I am excited to introduce a new feature of this blog, where I resurrect old writing for you to see!
Beginning of sixth grade, from a purple journal with Winnie the Pooh on the cover.
Saturday, September 4, 1999
Hello! Here I am on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. School has started of course, and Mrs. D (my sixth grade teacher) is a really fun teacher. We haven’t done anything special except break a pinyata (sic), and run 2/3 of a mile. Our class is going to tell stories Tuesday and that reminds me that we went to the storytelling festival. . . .
For some reason, I feel as if I should be watching football. Maybe its the weather. It feels wonderful. My favorite weather is how it feels now, how it feels in the fall. In-between season weather. It just feels good.
I made a new friend at school. Her name is Erin. she is really nice and has taken half the place of Catie (an old friend who moved away.) The other half is email. Sis. Carrell (an elderly woman who lived next door, and I didn’t know how to spell her name) moved away too. She now lives in a retirement center. It’s a place to have someone take care of her, because she can’t take care of herself. I wish she hadn’t of moved. She was my oldest friend. . . .
Note: My handwriting hasn’t changed at all since about seventh grade. My cursive looks exacty the same when I was eleven as it does now. This forbodes very badly for my younger brother, who is twelve and writes like a second grader.
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