My life right now is not too exciting, so I don't have any stories to tell. But, I wanted to blog something, so here is a story from my past.
When I was in kindergarten we used to have story time. Probably the best part of the day, besides the snack. (We usually got a roll and a carton of milk, but I never wanted my milk because it tasted gross since it came from a cardboard carton, so I would try to throw it away without anyone seeing. I wanted people to think that I drank it when I really didn't.)
The teacher would have us all come sit inside a square on the floor and we got to look at the pictures when she read the story to us.
We weren't allowed to talk, but I was feeling daring one day and started to whisper to someone sitting next to me. Well, I got in trouble because I was talking during story time and I had to go sit underneath the teacher's desk with the other bad kids while she read the rest of the story. I could still hear her, but I couldn't look at the cool pictures. I was so ashamed and embarrassed that I had gotten into trouble. It was the first time I had gotten into trouble at school. Luckily, I wasn't too bored underneath the desk because there were a bunch of magnetic letters on the side of the desk that I got to play with. I don't think I ever talked out of turn till fifth and sixth grade, where I made up for all the talking I didn't do before. Good times.
That's all I have right now, maybe I'll have something better to blog about in a bit.
