Since I revealed the BIG news yesterday about life at the Humpfreeze house, I can move on to other events happening on *normal* days. Not to be upstaged by those twin sisters of hers, Scary Baby had an honor bestowed upon her last week at school.
In spite of or because of being in our family – we’re still not sure – she is a voracious reader and also loves to write. Language Arts a.k.a. English is her favorite subject. She’s been writing stories for as long as we can remember.
This year, in 4th grade, she submitted her story for the Young Georgia Authors Competition and…
She won at her school!
Her submission now goes on to the county competition.
It dawns on me as I write this, that maybe I should set her up with a blog. It might just keep her busy and cut down on the whining. Hmm…I’ll think about that one.
I have her permission to reprint her story here. Such a generous artist she is.
Once upon a time, near a small town in Arizona, a girl, no more than nine, walked on the sandy, barren ground. The sun was beating down on her face, sweat dripped from her forehead like rain. it looked as though the terrible desert would never come to an end. Somehow, by her facial expressions, it looked as though she was enjoying herself. She was tired and hungry and had walked for miles. Eventually she saw something in the distance, she did not have the energy to run so she walked toward it. As she walked, she felt a bit uneasy, for she did not know what this mysterious thing was, yet she kept going. It turned out to be nothing but a coffee shop. She opened the door, as a bell rang, she slowly slid herself inside. She quickly found herself a table, wondering if she was supposed to be there.
An old man walked up and said, “May I help you?” The girl said she needed to find her parents. The old man said he could most likely track them down. He asked for the girl’s name, she did not know how to answer. Finally she said that she did not have one. The man was astonished. Nobody knew who she was or how she became, she was just there. She walked out of the shop, a little confused herself.
It actually turned out that she didn’t have parents, she was literally a nobody. Some people like to think of her as a ghost, other people say she was always there.
Hard to believe this lovely child has so much creativity in her, isn’t it?
She’s all dressed up for the Wacky Tacky dance in 4th grade.
Remind me, please…
How many of you had dances in the 4th grade?
This was the final dance of the school year. In an elementary school housing over 1,000 children in grades kindergarten through 5th grade.
Do we seriously need dances at this age?
I’m an *old* parent of a 4th grader but when I was a *younger* parent with the first three lovelies, I’m glad to say I didn’t even have to worry about the elementary school dances…they were in a private Christian school…
with no dancing allowed.
We’ve been at both ends of the educational spectrum.
I must say I prefer the very conservative end of that spectrum.
Who knew I would some day be glad to say I am old-fashioned?
Don’t even get me started on the over-the-top homecomings and proms in high school. With gowns, limos, fancy dinners, photographers, etc., I wonder what they’ll do for their wedding. Okay, I’ll stop for now.
Leave a comment and tell me about your opinion on dances in the school years.