- I had a friend named Dan. He now works in politics in Oregon according to his myspace page. The summer before third grade started, he was hit by a motorcycle. It broke his leg in about 5 places or something like that. At school, he needed help going to the cafeteria/gym to get his lunch. Different people were signed up for different days. Once, my turn came up, but I didn't feel like leaving the room. So I didn't. He went hungry.
- I got a spelling test back one week and saw that I received a bad score. The reason? I had literally forgotten to dot some i's. I was freaking pissed.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Wheelchair Extravaganza
Well, interest is waning from all parties so today you get two very brief stories from the year I spent in Mrs. Beehler's class in thrid grade.
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Thrid grade! Oh, man, I loved thrid grade! A mighty good year.
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