They Had Nothing Else To Do. Saturday night was drawing cartoons on the back of a flat wooden shovel with a piece of charcoal. Even though I’ve always been a firm believer that “the good old days” are a myth , if you’re in 8th grade ? It doesn’t matter if it’s 1819, 1919, or 2019 - you’re in 8th grade . It’s always gonna be a crap show/suck fest.