20 More Days (Slice #11 - Throw Back)

When I first expressed to my parents the shear terror I felt about writing this blog, they simply laughed and said, “But you always loved writing!”  I tried to explain to them that this simply was not true, but they insisted.  In an effort to prove their point, they began sending writing samples they had saved of my work over the years.  One in particular made me smile because it was the exact same assignment that my own students had been tasked with this fall – an “I Am” poem. 

The “I Am” Poem, from little Lori (Cwayna) Smith:

I am Lori Cwayna

I am hopeful and playful

I wonder if I will get good grades

I hear a fish singing

I see a unicorn

I want a telephone in my room

I am hopeful and playful

I pretend that I am very rich

I feel sad when my dog runs away

I touch my cat

I worry about my Grandma’s back

I cry at sad movies

I am hopeful and playful

I understand why we have volcanoes

I say we should keep our country free

I dream I have a horse that turns into a unicorn
I try to make a goal at soccer

I hope that I get a hamster

I am hopeful and playful

Maybe I didn’t always fear writing after all...

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Ok kiddos, and Miss Collins, if 10 miles equals 6.2 kilometers, how many kilometers are in 40 miles?