Articles About Rosalind
Smiling at the crowd of seventh-grade girls sitting cross-legged on the floor of their school library, Rosalind Wiseman picks up a piece of chalk and asks, “What are girls jealous about?” The responses from the students at Blue Mountain Middle School in Cortlandt Manor, N.Y., come flying back: “Guys.” “Jewelry.” “Clothes.” “Boobs?” “That’s okay,” says Wiseman, scribbling on the blackboard. “You can say boobs.” She adds it to the list amid a wave of giggling. Wiseman’s got their full attention now, and she knows it.
Today is Apologies Day in Rosalind Wiseman’s class — so, naturally, when class lets out, the girls are crying. Not all 12 of them, but a good half. They stand around in the corridor, snuffling quietly but persistently, interrogating one another. “Why didn’t you apologize to me?” one girl demands. “Are you stressed right now?” says another. “I am so stressed.” Inside the classroom, which is at the National Cathedral School, a private girls’ school in Washington, Wiseman is locked in conversation with one of the sixth graders who has stayed behind to discuss why her newly popular best friend is now scorning her.