In Junior high we had field day. In 7th grade our section came in close second out of 4. I was really looking forward to 8th grade. I thought we would kick ass. First off, instead of being warm and nice, the weather was cool and I was in my cutoffs and short sleeves. The boys did good but the girls weren't into it (pre-teen girls, you know). So we didn't do so well. Which kind of got worse because before they completed the final events the school day ran out of time and they didn't even give the award ribbons. It felt so much different and worse than 7th grade and after I built it up and was looking so forward to it I was pretty upset. I remember riding home on the bus all glum and when I got off the bus, I went directly out to the hog pen and began to fill the water tank. And I just sat there and bawled like a little kid.