crying I could never write anything to suit my English teachers. "you are not a good wirter," they tell me. crying My English teachers have beaten me down till this year.
My 8th grade English teacher encourages me to write form my heart and don't let the negative remarks beat me down. I worte an esay for the VFW i came in 3rd place. I will recive a medal and 7 or 6 thousand dollar savings bond.
I wish those teachers can see me now. I would rub the medal into there face. I'm a good wrighter. I can be a novelest and i will wirte one in the future.
I'm so happy... I extulay won something. biggrin biggrin biggrin biggrin biggrin biggrin biggrin
 Nekorlie · Sat Nov 13, 2004 @ 02:58am · 2 Comments |
