I was reading one of my old journals from the 5th grade. There was one of a few pages that appeared to be folded over at one point in time (our teacher would read our journals regularly to read our stories and we would fold over pages we did not want her to read). It was actually pretty funny. It was about "One of the most embarrassing days of my life".
Today was SOSOSOSO embarrassing! When I came to school and sat down I smelled something really bad! I was thinking "Man, Clay must not have washed his clothes!! It is too bad I have to sit next to him." So I turned my head away, but the smell just would not go away! The whole class could smell it!! Mrs. Jones didn't say anything, but I could tell she could smell it too. I kept looking at Clay. He didn't seem to care. It must have been him. Then, I lifted my leg to cross my feet and stared down horror struck, I had dog poop on my shoe!! I started to get hot and wanted to disappear or have on another pair of shoes! Before I had been sitting on my knees. To make it worse I turned around and saw little fragments of dog poop on my seat. Then before we went out to recess Mrs. Jones had to talk to all the girls about wearing deodorant because she already talked to the guys. Way to waste 10 minutes of recess! Not only that she mentioned the bad smell in the class room so I was once again embarrassed. Luckily I stayed behind my fiends so I could stomp out most of the poop and wipe my shoe off in the grass. All my friends started talking about the bad smell in the class room and how somebody must have really bad B.O. I kept on changing the subject and they forgot about it, but I was still embarrassed. If anyone found out it was dog poop on MY shoe I would die.
That is a funny story. You express yourself very well. I could picture you squirming in your seat. What would you have done if your classmates had started pulling their desks away from you? How did you get the poop off the seat of your pants? You might not know where to walk but you know how to write. Keep up the writing and watch where you walk. Love G/D
Something like that happened to me recently. I couldn't figure out what the bad smell was. I finally saw my shoe; pee-youuu!
Grandaddy, The poop never got on my pants, just on my chair. I guess I just wiped it off with some paper.
Kelly, that was funny story. Also, that's a very good picture of you with Stout. Keep on journaling. You'll love looking back on them when you're older.
Love & XXXX
Gramalie