When I was about in 2nd grade, or some where around there, I would have every day folders which contained that work I had to complete for that days work. I particularly did not enjoy my writing worksheets. So I thought up a plan of how to not have to do the work. I decided to try throwing the worksheet away and try to get away with it. Crumbling up the paper I chucked into the trash can. Later, when my mom went through my work checking it and going over things I needed help with, she discovered that something was missing. She turned to me and asked where my writing was. I reluctantly walked over to the garbage can and pulled out the crumbled and distorted piece of paper. Actually I forget if or what my punishment was. But from now on I haven't thrown away a single writing assignment.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Elementry School Memory: Blog 4
Well, I probably don't have the same type of memories that other kids would have because of my being homeschooled all my life up to last year. But homeschooling doesn't mean that I don't have interesting memories.
When I was about in 2nd grade, or some where around there, I would have every day folders which contained that work I had to complete for that days work. I particularly did not enjoy my writing worksheets. So I thought up a plan of how to not have to do the work. I decided to try throwing the worksheet away and try to get away with it. Crumbling up the paper I chucked into the trash can. Later, when my mom went through my work checking it and going over things I needed help with, she discovered that something was missing. She turned to me and asked where my writing was. I reluctantly walked over to the garbage can and pulled out the crumbled and distorted piece of paper. Actually I forget if or what my punishment was. But from now on I haven't thrown away a single writing assignment.
When I was about in 2nd grade, or some where around there, I would have every day folders which contained that work I had to complete for that days work. I particularly did not enjoy my writing worksheets. So I thought up a plan of how to not have to do the work. I decided to try throwing the worksheet away and try to get away with it. Crumbling up the paper I chucked into the trash can. Later, when my mom went through my work checking it and going over things I needed help with, she discovered that something was missing. She turned to me and asked where my writing was. I reluctantly walked over to the garbage can and pulled out the crumbled and distorted piece of paper. Actually I forget if or what my punishment was. But from now on I haven't thrown away a single writing assignment.
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