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.
6 comments:
I couldn't ever take the pressure of getting in trouble back in the day. I still can't handle it. The thought of "time-out" and "the corner" make me shudder. I think it all stems back to the days of the gunny sack, an evil bag with red eyes that would eat my toys if I didn't pick them up. True story, I was/am traumatized.
i saw you at church with your man last week. mmmmmmm...... lucky you.
blogga- i had tons of fun going to church with j- on sunday, and i'll see you there the next two weeks!
deb- i remember the gunny sack at my house. it lived under the couch and it scared me too.
man our parents were evil. Evil I tell you, that and they were sick of our toys. Is there a balance? Meh. You are coming down to visit quite frequently, and I do say, I like it.
you came again! i love it when you visit. i see you and just get really excited. and everyone stares at you because you two are together. now i know what that feels like. i took a guy to church last week.
oh man, i didn't see your guy! but, i did see long hair 2/10ths navajo man, and i wanted to get your attention, but i couldn't. so i was just laughiing by myself and people thought i was weird.
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