As the weeks of summer began narrowing down to nearly nothing, I started dreading the thought of school, homework, and other atrocities. It’s only been the fourth day and I’ve already brought the wrong book to class, forgot homework at school, had a battle with my locker, and had a physical disability. No, not mental. But on that first day I woke up too early to function, I went to school and listened to endless instructions and rules, not saying there’s anything wrong with them. And I was just about done for when I heard there would be a Root Beer Float at the end of the day! All I had to do was live through two more periods and ROOT BEER!!! So, yes, I had to live through math…but when I walked through Mr. Voley’s door for the third time that day, I suddenly got a sense of excitement, thrill, creativity, and a sore hand! This could be fun, I thought. And I was so right! Someone recently told me that the last period was supposed to fun, and I totally agree! Unfortunately that same person was in the writing class… Each day when I wake up I’ll be looking forward to one class! The very own Writer’s Workshop!!! And if there’s root beer floats at the end of each day, I think there’d be a tie for first.
Do you ever wonder why the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune???