Because your answers to last month’s poll were so hilarious (you know who you are, Dr. Who Sweatshirt), I thought I’d have a spot here where people could chime in their thoughts about their parents when they were in seventh grade.  (Whew.  You write ‘seventh’ a lot and you start accidentally typing ‘sventh.’  Sounds like a character one of of my sventh-graders would come up with.)

In the interest of not asking you guys to do all the disclosure, let’s see–what did I think of my parents in sventh grade? I was probably hugely bratty and overlooked their many contributions to my well-being.  Not that they were perfect, but my dad read Great Expectations when it was assigned to me, in case I needed help, and my mom took two of my friends with us on a weekend ski trip just because I asked.  Wow, that was so nice of her!  I’ll have to thank her for that. 

Et vous?  Feel free to be anon if you don’t want your parents looking at this.  Because, you know, you’re not supposed to write anything on the web that you wouldn’t want your parents to read.