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Hands
Here i am a newborn baby i don't even realize i have hands. After a couple of months i find them . " WOW " this is great i think , then in my mouth they go. They seem to taste pretty good , at least when your a couple months old they do. As i get a little older i'm moving fingers and hands and even holding things . Here i am one year old now and using my hands on everything. Mom is about to bolt everything down because i'm either knocking things down on top of me and getting hurt, or getting a hold of one of her favorite things and breaking it. Now that i am a lot older and two kids later i can relate to what mom went through. Any way i can't ever imagine never having hands.
The worst teacher
Here i am sitting in class thinking oh no next class history my favorite ha ha . Well guess i better wake up everybodys gone but me i probably should head to history class. I get to the class room door and the teacher is just closing it. I open the door and walk in then i hear Mary your late. I didn't know what to say , i didn't want to tell him it was because i was daydreaming dreading his class that probably wouldn't go over to big. Instead i said i'm sorry and sat down. Okay everyone we are going to go over the chapter we had for homework. All of a sudden i got a knot in the pit of my stomach i was thinking i hope he doesn't ask me any questions, hopefully he'll have people raise their hands. All of a sudden i hear Mary would please sumerize the third paragraph for us. I could feel my face turn red everyone was looking at me waiting for a response. I was so embarassed i couldn't say anything except i didn't do my homework. I really did read the chapter i just couldn't remember what i read, thats because i found history so boring. All i could think of was who cares what happened years ago this is so boring. It seemed like every time i to that class the teacher called on me, i think on purpose. Well i did make it through that class and i'll never forget that teacher.
Here i am a newborn baby i don't even realize i have hands. After a couple of months i find them . " WOW " this is great i think , then in my mouth they go. They seem to taste pretty good , at least when your a couple months old they do. As i get a little older i'm moving fingers and hands and even holding things . Here i am one year old now and using my hands on everything. Mom is about to bolt everything down because i'm either knocking things down on top of me and getting hurt, or getting a hold of one of her favorite things and breaking it. Now that i am a lot older and two kids later i can relate to what mom went through. Any way i can't ever imagine never having hands.
The worst teacher
Here i am sitting in class thinking oh no next class history my favorite ha ha . Well guess i better wake up everybodys gone but me i probably should head to history class. I get to the class room door and the teacher is just closing it. I open the door and walk in then i hear Mary your late. I didn't know what to say , i didn't want to tell him it was because i was daydreaming dreading his class that probably wouldn't go over to big. Instead i said i'm sorry and sat down. Okay everyone we are going to go over the chapter we had for homework. All of a sudden i got a knot in the pit of my stomach i was thinking i hope he doesn't ask me any questions, hopefully he'll have people raise their hands. All of a sudden i hear Mary would please sumerize the third paragraph for us. I could feel my face turn red everyone was looking at me waiting for a response. I was so embarassed i couldn't say anything except i didn't do my homework. I really did read the chapter i just couldn't remember what i read, thats because i found history so boring. All i could think of was who cares what happened years ago this is so boring. It seemed like every time i to that class the teacher called on me, i think on purpose. Well i did make it through that class and i'll never forget that teacher.
posted by midnite @ 7:03 PM
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