The Formative Years

By srb518

Once my mom graduated with her Bachelor’s Degree she needed to find something to do.  The small northeastern Iowa town with a population of 500 had very little to offer.  She ended up finding a program in Des Moines where she could continue her education and work in a local hospital as well.

The summer of 1985 seemed to go by quickly as we packed up our belongings to prepare for our move to Des Moines.  I was entering the sixth grade.  In the small town community where I had lived, the sixth grade was still in elementary school.  I had approximately 23 kids in my class and I had been attending school with these kids since the first grade.  (My kindergarten year was in a different school district.  As you’ll recall, we moved into town the summer before my first grade year.)

I found out that sixth grade in Des Moines was considered junior high…although back then they called it Transitional School.  Now I think they refer to it as Middle School.  Here, I would have a locker for the first time.  I had to switch rooms for classes.  There were two floors!  I remember my mom telling me if the room number starts with a “one” it’s on the first floor and if it starts with a “two” it’s on the second floor.  Wow, that’s clever! 

This school was so overwhelming for me.   Several elementary schools made up a middle school.  So while not all the kids knew each other, I knew none of them.  I was so shy back then.  I had no idea how I was going to find my classes.  Who would I sit with at lunch?  How would I make friends? 

Somehow I made it through middle school relatively scar-free.  No wonder they called it Transitional….think of all the changes we go through during those formative years.  Yikes!

As I was preparing to enter high school, my mom was unhappy with conditions at her place of work.  While I think she liked her job, she needed a change of venue.  

I started high school in Des Moines, but by October of 1988, we were packing our belongings again.  This time, we would move several states away…

One Response to “The Formative Years”

  1. Kelly B Says:

    HAHAHA ok I am from Cville and I wouldn’t have asked you if you grew corn in your living room! HA that’s just sad. We need more $$ for education!

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