13 all over again

i meet with a 7th grade boy once a week as part of a middle school mentoring program. last week, while at the middle school, i had to use the restroom. to keep this short and family friendly, i found myself in a stall with no toilet paper, and was instantly in 7th grade all over again, worried, anxious, and dreading the infamous roving gangs of 8th grade boys of Parkrose Middle School who used to terrorize anyone using the bathroom stalls.

after i caught my breath & reminded myself that 7th grade was 25 years ago, i was able to problem-solve my situation.

(i still get little panicky just thinking about it, tho'...)