Old school papers

Laura and I are still going through school papers; we found another stash of them. All during the school year, I try to go through them every night, or at least once a week—and on an average school day she might come home with six or seven papers a day, not counting William’s sheet or two—and save the couple that are most interesting from that week. Then in June we go through them one more time and put them in a box up in the attic. When they’re grown, they can while away an afternoon or two remember their glory days (always assuming the papers survive the attic for that length of time).

I always find a number of interesting things (one this year’s most memorable is a very cute note to a boy that I won’t quote here, except to note that it was signed “your hunny bunny” and fortunately appears not to have been delivered). Here’s the essay she wrote last September about being grown—finally we found it in her portfolio. I just love it. What a hoot this girl is.

Grown Up

Writing Situation: Suppose that you woke up one morning as a grown-up.

Beep beep beep! I wake up and looked at my clock. 9 a.m. Then I got out of bed to make up my bed and put my stuffed animals up when I saw that my animals had disappeared! I went to my closet and saw in the cubbies that my animals stay were files! Then I ran downstairs to the mirrir and saw I was a ADULT!

I quickly called the doctor and told him about my problem. He said he’d be right over. When he got here he checked my DNA and he said that they were addult! He said I could get a job so I could pay my taxes. So I went out to a computer store that had a wanted sign. The store haped to be Best Buy. I signed the papers and the told me I could work in the CD section.

When I got home from work I checked my closet again this time I saw two rows of cubbies! My stuffed animals were in the first and the files were still there. In between the two cubbies was a swirl. Sudinley I had an idea! I walked right in to the swirl.

Beep beep beep! I woke up and looked at my clock. 9 a.m. Then I remembered what had just happened. I jumped out of bed without bothering about the covers and saw in every place they would be were my stuffed animals! I ran downstairs and looked in the mirrir and saw I was a normal kid.

(P.S. thank hevens I didn’t have a husband)
The End