I figured that when we all got to 6th grade, they would feel an overcoming sense of maturity and stop their fake guns and dumb jokes.
Now we all made it to 6th grade, and I have made a discovery:
If they haven't given up the guns and Star Wars by now, which only a few have, they never will.
I will still have to yell at them to "Grow up!" when they start being weird in class.
I will still roll my eyes a lot.
Guess I was wrong all my life.
Thank goodness I'm going to a different school next year.