This is why.
And so, whenever I get in trouble, I tell the truth. And then I cry. Because each time I consider lying and instead decide to tell the truth, I remember this most traumatic incident from my childhood, and I think about how terrible it might have been if I had tried to lie again. Yes. It still haunts me that much.
Note: I didn't get another formal lesson on nouns until I was in 8th grade. Don't ask me how I managed to pass school until then.
Another Note: 10 points if you noticed my homeroom teacher's name change midway through the post.
Another Note, But This One is Taunting: "The dog ate my homework" is for people with no imagination. Go big or go home.
The Final Note of This Particular Post: I've been doing some really cool stuff with Stephanie over at I couldn't pick a blog title... Editing photos 'n such. Take a look if you have some time!
I think we were similar fifth graders.
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Is it bad that the only thing this did was make me remember the time that I lied to Mrs. Taylor? And then I cried?
ReplyDeleteApparently we weren't as good of 5th graders as we wanted to be.