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The Life and Times of an American Tween | The New Yorker

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In some ways, the world is cooked. But being a twelve-year-old still kind of eats.

Save this story Save this story Every Wednesday, at exactly 2:15 P.M. , the electronic bell at San Francisco’s A. P. Giannini Middle School sounds with a dull, droning buzz, and hundreds of students stream from the building. They wear big pants and bucket hats, cropped tanks and cargo jeans, Athleta sets and Air Force 1s. They carry ergonomically unsound backpacks dripping with bag charms and key chains: athletic affiliations, memorabilia, miniature stuffies. They pull thick socks up over their leggings; fix hydrocolloid stickers, star-shaped and cutesy, atop angry, interloping zits. Their lip

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