1st grader

I distinctly remember sitting in my desk, head leaned back, tossing my big pink eraser into the air repeatedly, desperately trying to come up with a story that would put the other crappy stories to shame. As my fellow classmates wasted their recess time playing kickball and football, I laid in the tunnel slide and pondered my assignment. Other kids were tattling on me for “clogging the slide,” but I didn’t care, I was a writer. While the other kids gingerly sipped 2% and skim during break, I was nervously nibbling graham crackers, brainstorming ideas for my famous novel. After school other kids ran to tree forts and kool-aid stands, but I went home to write. However, my brainstorming process seemed hopeless. I just couldn’t come up with a topic that would grip the minds of those sophisticated second graders to whom we were to read our stories. I was s

From the moment I was awakened by my mom, she knew I was distraught. My footy pajamas were all twisted, and she could tell I was in a bind. Although I usually wouldn’t consult my mom on such important matters, I had no choice but to turn to her for advice. I explained to her my situation and she proceeded to toss out some ideas. Of course they were crappy ideas that all the other moms would’ve suggested, so I went to my dad. My dad is a pilot so he immediately told me I should write a story about a pilot who saved a doomed airplane from crashing. Like a light bulb, my eyes lit up and I was back at the drawing board. The only problem was, Scooby Doo was on, and I needed my Fruit Loops. Needless to say, I took a short break to see if Shaggy and the gang could solve another wacky crime. Of course they did, so I went to my closet, grabbed a pair of Oshkosh B’gosh overalls and I was off to school.

As we got closer and closer to my big moment I was feeling really nervous. My palms were getting pretty sweaty and a few times I felt as if my Italian dunkers from earlier were about to come back up. Somehow I was able to stay strong and as Mrs. Lundgaard called me up to read I knew I was prepared for this moment. As I looked down at my story and then out at the crowd I froze. I felt as if I was paralyzed and would never move again. I was about to go sit down again when my eye caught something in the back of the room. It was Amanda! She was smiling and winking at me, and at that moment I regained all my confidence and read my story perfectly.

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