A student, usually 11-12 years old and in the bottom grade of middle school. 95% of sixth graders are immature brats that think they're cool because they are finally in middle school. Girls will all be teenyboppers, talking about boys too much and saying "oh my god" every other sentence. Guys will be typical 11-12 year old males. Most 7th-8th graders dislike 6th graders by nature, so don't take it personally. It will just get you in a lot of trouble.
6th grader: OH MY GOD SOOOO LIKE I TALKED TO LIKE BILLY YESTERDAY AND HE SAID MY LIKE HAIR WAS LIKE SOOO PRETTY AND LIKE OH MY GOD MIDDLE SCHOOL IS LIKE SO COOL I LOVE MIDDLE SCHOOL BILLY IS SOOOOOO CUUUUUTTTTTEEEEEE!
by Vidrios May 16, 2009
girl 1:OMG we are soooo cool, especially now we're 6th graders!
girl 2:lets have a sleepover this weekend.
girl 1:yeah! but girl 3 is definitely NAWT invited...
girl 3:mommy!! girl 1&2 didnt invite me to their sleepover!! wahhh
girl 2:lets have a sleepover this weekend.
girl 1:yeah! but girl 3 is definitely NAWT invited...
girl 3:mommy!! girl 1&2 didnt invite me to their sleepover!! wahhh
by homiegdude January 21, 2009
an actual 6th grader. Immature, trys to act like an 8th or 7th grader, ignorant, annoying. 11 years old.
by Molly April 23, 2005
by Nick/Soo September 08, 2004
they not the same anymore. they do drugs and make out with other 6th graders. they think they’re in gangs and don’t know how to act. somebody needa whoop their ass cuz it ain’t gonna be me.
L: the 6th graders are so annoying they literally tried to fight me cuz I wore a blue scrunchie
K: they needa learn how to act their age smh none of these 10 year old needa be jumping anyone
K: they needa learn how to act their age smh none of these 10 year old needa be jumping anyone
the the place where annoying vsco girls hang out. they can be seen wearing hoodies and shirts up to their knee and say “an i oop” and “sksks” they get shoved in lockers too.
by Skskskskskskskskksks September 04, 2019
Of all three grades in middle schools, 6th graders have to be the best. Some might think they're immature and full of themselves, but they have to understand that they were like that at one point or another. They are new to middle school, so of course they'll be a little crazy. They are also usually, on average, beginning to journey from boy to man, girl to woman. They have it hard enough as it is, without the seventh graders walking and talking as if they are superior to them just because they are no longer in the sixth grade, and that they have "expierence", and the eighth graders who should be minding their own little business, instead of telling sixth and seventh graders how cool and grown up they are in between kisses with some random guy/girl.
But sixth graders still have their childlike innocence, even if they are cracking jokes about genatilia. The upperclassman just ruin the fun for them.
But sixth graders still have their childlike innocence, even if they are cracking jokes about genatilia. The upperclassman just ruin the fun for them.
The eighth grade girl carefully applied her mascara in the mirror, looking to make sure her peers didn't pass by. They were all convinced her eyelashes were natural.
She turned and noticed a little 6th grader girl, about a foot shorter than her, donning clothes that were simular to hers. But for little kids.
She laughed inside, mocking the girl's wanna-be looks in her head, until she noticed her very long lashes. They were like feather dusters. They were thick and dark, too, better than any mascara could provide.
She screamed, out loud. She hurled her inky mascara bottle at the poor girl, and it splattered all over her face. She gasped and took a step back, looked at the eighth grade girl in horror, than ran, as fast as she could, to the nearest water fountain. The girl only watched, feeling both anger and regret. She picked up her mascara, then threw it in the trash.
She turned and noticed a little 6th grader girl, about a foot shorter than her, donning clothes that were simular to hers. But for little kids.
She laughed inside, mocking the girl's wanna-be looks in her head, until she noticed her very long lashes. They were like feather dusters. They were thick and dark, too, better than any mascara could provide.
She screamed, out loud. She hurled her inky mascara bottle at the poor girl, and it splattered all over her face. She gasped and took a step back, looked at the eighth grade girl in horror, than ran, as fast as she could, to the nearest water fountain. The girl only watched, feeling both anger and regret. She picked up her mascara, then threw it in the trash.
by Jinx and Coolsoul, AJ n Machet December 04, 2010