.:Monday, October 19, 2009:.
I AM
| I am an athlete, says the many medals hanging in my room. I am a good cross-country runner, says the Varsity letter jacket in my closet. I am in the process of improving my 5K time, says the training guide on my desk. I am a hard working soccer player, says the worn-out cleats in my room. I am in the process of making varsity soccer, says the long, hard hours I put into practice. I am a relay runner, says the track baton on my dresser. I am a pole-vaulter, says the photo of me clearing 6'6" on my fireplace. I am in the process of trying to build up my muscles, says the ten pound weights on my floor. I am serious about what I do, says the many achievement awards I received. Therefore, I am an athlete. (our ending to Zoe's class assignment): Therefore I am a winner, says my two parents who couldn't be more proud of me! While setting up my basket weaving area to get a few baskets knocked out today (including mom's 3rd basket), I found a wadded up piece of paper in my tool basket. It was the first copy of Zoe's poem that she had to write for her English class. Her's was much better than the suggested one that I gave her. When she asked for ideas, I kind of laughed and spouted off the first thing that came to mind. Which was, Zoe, Zoe, I'm so stinky. Zoe, Zoe, I need to do my laundry. I stopped there because we were both laughing so hard. Obviously, she didn't take my suggestions one bit. Thank goodness. Her's is tremendously better than mine! And thank goodness I found it and could share it with all of you! More to come later. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow. |
