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Third Grade Journal: November 23th, 1982
Tuesday, March 17, 2009 | comments (6)
How to cook a turkey
I Like journals but they're not fun when you have to write about killing a turky. [sic] If someone gave you a turkey live and said to cook it the first thing you would do is kill it then cut off the head. After that then you pluck it and take everything out of the turkey and then stuff it and put in the oven and cook it then you can eat it.
Teacher comment: Yuck! I buy mine frozen!
I love this one because of the "So do I!!!" which I wrote in after the teacher wrote her comment and which I felt needed the emphasis of not just a double, but a triple!!! exclamation mark. I think I interpreted the assignment as writing about killing a turkey and cooking it from scratch. And this must have truly offended my delicate sensibility—so much so that I guess I was a little annoyed by the "I buy mine frozen" remark. So does everybody! So why'd you make us write about killing one, then?
But I might be remembering this wrong. Maybe I just wanted to write about killing a turkey, and maybe I felt kind of ashamed about that, so I added the first sentence about it being something I "had" to do as a sort of verbal camouflage to hide my secret passion for killing turkeys. If you notice, I was kind of vague as to exactly how the turkey was to be killed. (Evidently it wasn't from cutting off it's head, because that was something one did after the killing took place.) In this way, I suppose you could read the "So do I!!!" as more of a desperate plea of normalcy and non-psychosis.
Because seriously, I didn't then, nor do I now, go around finding creative ways to kill turkeys. Honestly.
I'm not kidding!!!
Only mice and small birds.
That's not weird, right?
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Third Grade Journal: November 22th, 1982
Friday, March 13, 2009 | comments (4)
I had a real nice weakend. [sic] I had a birthday party up in Dallas where my dad lives, it was fun! I got Atari, Risk game and some books. I was able to go to Dallas because my soccer game was canceled. Today in school, I got out early because of a doctors appointment. I was glad! After that I went to the library and then I came home. I wanted to come home and play Atari but my mom hadn't hooked it up yet. So we had stew for dinner. Then I read a book.
Teacher comment: Sounds like a wonderful birthday!
Listen to me: I did not play Atari. I ate stew instead. And went to the library. And the doctor. Do those things sound "wonderful" to you? Sometimes, I don't even know why I'm doing this. I'm baring my soul to you and you're totally missing the point, off daydreaming about some other fairy-tale world filled with people using words like "wonderful" and writing in red ink. Wake up!
Also, it's kind of funny that I was waiting for my mom to hook up the Atari. I think shortly after this, she stopped setting up anything electronic, including VCRs and microwave clocks.
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Third Grade Journal: November 18th, 1982
Monday, February 09, 2009 | comments (3)
Today at school nothing happend [sic] except in P.E. we played Elimination and I won. Then we played Monarch and I was the Monarch. Also at school I was supposed to have a time test and I was supposed to study. But we didn't have it. I was glad. After school I had another rough day at soccer. This time the coach got mad at all of us and we ran laps almost all soccer practic [sic]. It was no fun! When soccer was over my mom and I had dinner. Tomorrow was Craig's birthday so we went out and got him a present and I got a book. Then we whatched [sic] T. V.
Teacher comment: I use to hate to have to run laps during hockey practice.
I love how I never actually come out and say I didn't study for the timed test. Even then, I was careful to remove myself from any blame or self-incrimination ... Show me where it says I didn't study, Teach. Clearly, I knew I was supposed to, I say so right here. And if I knew it, you have to assume I did it, right? I was just glad I didn't have to take your bullshit timed-test.
But it's pretty obvious I didn't study, isn't it? Maybe if I had, I wouldn't have constructed a sentence like "Tomorrow was Craig's birthday."
And speaking of bad sentence construction, shouldn't that be "I used to hate?" Shit, Teach. How you 'spec me to learn nothin'?
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Third Grade Journal: November 9th, 1982
Tuesday, February 03, 2009 | comments (2)
Today wasn't such a good day. I got in trouble in math and I didn't feel it was my fault. Then, at soccer practic [sic] my coach got mad at me because I didn't kick the ball well. Tonight is getting better. I enjoyed doing my homework. I played outside before soccer and had a good time.
Teacher comment: We all have bad days! Coaches don't always understand children are just children and can't be perfect after all God's not finished with you yet.
Teacher comment: We all have bad days! Coaches don't always understand children are just children and can't be perfect after all God's not finished with you yet.
Enjoyed doing my homework? Man, even at eight years old I was a little suck-up.
Maybe God was finished with me, after all.
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