Dear Sixth Grade (Epistolary Wednesday)
On Wednesdays, I'm writing letters.
Sixth Grade,
You’ve changed since I was 12. I remember you a shadowy room, full of the odor of the science teacher’s imported-to-Iowa sea water and “mystery powders,” which we burned over open flames or fizzled with vinegar. You housed our “personal development” unit, in which us girls awkwardly sat under the teaching o…