I thought I'd take this opportunity to share a story about my childhood (but really to brag about how I'm a fast reader).
For reasons not interesting enough to mention, I was wracking my brain today to recall some memories from preschool. My memory is sketchy at best, so I could only come up with three or four. Each one only served to further reinforce the fact that I was easily the shyest kid alive. There was the time I was afraid to give my teacher a note about missing a day; the time I dropped one of my favorite rainbow barrettes in the toilet but was afraid to tell my mom what happened to it: you get the picture.
The one that takes the cake is when I was afraid to tell my teacher that I was finished with an assignment because I figured she'd think I was lying about my own mad skills. Everyone in the class had to read this workbook about brown bears, and we were supposed to tell the teacher when we'd completed it so that we could move on to the workbook about polar bears or some such. I finished, but was too shy to say anything so I just waited until the next person was done (it happened to be my preschool crush) and piggybacked on that. So dreamy mcpreschoolerton got all the accolades for finishing first, and I came in a false second.
Lesson: I rock hard at some things, but my overactive imagination keeps me from getting the credit I so clearly deserve.
2 comments:
Hey Brooke, it's Jen Lilley.. I stumbled on your blog recently from facebook. This is literally the most random blog entry ever. haha I love it.
See you at the grocery store sometime! :)
Jen
Hahaha... I would do things like that when I was young, too. I didn't want to let on that I was the only one in my 9th grade science class that could balance equations. ;)
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