Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
1987 and 1988 were the most memorable years of my life ever and let me tell you why…
For the past two nights I have leafed through my memorabilia, my fingers itching with anticipation to get to the keyboard and share my stories. For the past two nights I wondered how I could reign in the long-winded story telling demon possessing me that so desired to divulge pages of details from such an important year of my life. For the past two nights with purpose and focus I sat with my laptop prepared to write the most intriguing and telling stories of my past to date. For the past two nights I have unintentionally fallen asleep trying to do so with nary a word typed out. The excitement…it overcame me.
*For those of you who aren’t attune to sarcasm it was running ramped in that paragraph in regards to how exciting and memorable this year of my life was. I did, however, actually fall asleep on two separate occasions trying to write this post.*
For whatever reason this year (age 8 3rd Grade) just was not memorable for me. Not only that, but it seems to have disappeared from my memorabilia as well. I searched home movies. 1985, 1986, 1988…where’s 1987? I looked through a notebook my grandma had kept about my summers in FL. 1986, 1988, 1989, 1990…no 1987. The photos are few and without any attached memory or story that I can recall.
So with an awesome build up like that I bet you just can’t wait to read what I’ve written. There’s no where left to go but up, people. At least let’s hope so.
Mr. Baumgartner was my 3rd grade teacher. I don’t remember much about him. I seem to remember him always telling me to stop talking…but I honestly don’t remember doing that much talking. I don’t think he liked me very much. Maybe I was being totally rotten…but if so I’ve honestly blocked it all out (and apparently destroyed all the evidence). I got my first C grade that year in Math. That really disappointed me. I had a much harder time with my grades that year.
As I mentioned above I apparently did a lot of talking this year. So much so, that I actually got a writing assignment. You know, the one where you have to write “I will not talk in class.” a hundred times. I think I might’ve even had to write it out on the board too. Wow. And that’s all I have to say about that.
I hope that you have a lovely and much more exciting day.
For slightly more interesting reads you can visit the following links.
You can read all of My Piggy Tales here:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension
My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork
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