If there were some sort of draft lottery for future VSB contributors and editors — and future mentors for my daughter — this kid (who I’m assuming is a girl) would be the first pick.
She’d be the Lebron James of future blogger/daughter mentor 8th graders. Not even a Wes Anderson joint, but something you might see as part of a museum exhibit before you head to the dinosaur section.
It’ll also allow me to incorporate “fist bump these hoes” into my general lexicon, as this is a phrase I never knew I’ve always needed in my life until I actually saw it. Weekly updates about all the pop culture, race & politics, Bougie Black People™ shit, and other grand tomfoolery we cover here on VSB.
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For parents struggling with how much to hover during homework time, Rakow offers this advice: Let the first half of the first marking period go by without intervening unless she asks for help.
Once you get initial feedback from the school, adjust the game plan accordingly.
Their lives are changing, their bodies are changing, and keeping their math homework in the correct folder just isn’t a priority.“Seventh-graders, particularly boys, face significant challenges in organization and motivation,” Rakow says. They’re asserting their uniqueness and facing new challenges.” Students in 7th grade often spend time and energy convincing their parents to go away, but in reality kids at this age need clear limits, meaningful consequences, and parental support.
Instead, parents sometimes take a hands-off approach in hopes that their child will become more independent.
It was the Friday after Christmas, and I found myself teeming with irrepressible bouts of excitement. I was as intensely nervous as I was wildly intrigued.
was about to attend my first ever co-ed “gathering.”I got dressed in my very best pastel pink ribbed turtleneck from the GAP and sprayed down the entire contents of my body with a stealth dose of Victoria's Secret pink strawberry body mist. Even though I was just a few months shy of 13, I was as smart as prepubescent 12-year-old girls come. Sexuality felt like a shiny new penny I wanted to pick up off the sidewalk and forever store in my pocket as a sentimental keepsake.
I had dutifully blow-dried my thick bangs, using a brush so round and so massive that their volume swelled to epic proportions. The gathering took place in the basement of the sprawling Connecticut estate of the wealthiest boy in school. ” screeched a skinny, ruddy, 12-year-old, obnoxious, little twerp I hated.
) by another, it’s a surprisingly accurate and succinct distillation of adult relationship expectations too.
Feed me, hug me, don’t hug hoes — really, what else is there? He is also a columnist for And he's working on a book of essays to be published by Ecco (Harper Collins). He lives in Pittsburgh, and he really likes pancakes.
It’s important that parents make good on their threats of punishment.