Friday, August 15, 2008

meeting my teacher

Slowly I walk to my school holding my mom's hand very tightly.I was about to meet my fifth grade teacher so I didn't if she was going to be mean or not . I entered my classroom and ..........would you like a cookie?


Pamela Ann said...

So how was the first day? Was it how you imagined? Did she offer a cookie?

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