Ok. The first day of school, and I survived! Really, it felt really weird and strange to me. Waking up at 7:30 felt more hard and tiring than usual, and I'm just not used to the darkness of the early morning. English felt like a dream, like I was still dreaming, and it was still winter break. We wrote in our journals, and I sure had a lot to write about winter break. I went on and on about the munchkin reunion, our turtle, etc...Then came the dreaded topic: our book talks. I bet everyone there was crossing their fingers, hoping to not be the unlucky one that had to present that day. Kevin D, and Cynthia presented that day, and they volunteered, so it was pretty good for the rest of us. Bad thing was, they raised the bar up high, because it was just that good, and I don't think I could ever make mine as well done as theirs. Good Job!
Dapple Grey
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