What a day! Mary Ann's lesson set the perfect tone for the afternoon's powerful narrative readings, didn't it? Wow. Walking down the hill to my car, I got all teary thinking about the impact of everyone's personal narratives...until my backpack unzipped itself and all its contents cascaded to the sidewalk for all to see, then I felt like an extremely self-conscious middle schooler, frantically scooping it all up, looking around to see who was watching (Hi, Lena! The new laptop survived!) inspecting my Land's End panda backpack zipper for breakage. If that had happened when I was 13 in front a cute boy or perhaps the popular girls I would have run straight home and written to my diary about how humiliating the whole event was! (I guess I'm doing that now, aren't I?) Some things never change.
Off to work on the annotated bib, which is not nearly as entertaining as rereading another diary from 1977 that I JUST found an hour ago while cleaning out my messy briefcase. I promise I won't subject you to any more after this, but just for fun, here's an entry on my first teaching gig ever:
January 11, 1977 (age 10)
Dear Diary,
Guess what? I am an official piano teacher! Yes, that's right, I gave Marsha Williams her very first piano lesson at 4:00 this afternoon. Aren't you proud of me? Well, I hope so. After the lesson, Mommy and I planted some dwarf trees.
Love, Cathy
Glad the laptop survived! Don't sweat it about all your stuff falling out. We all have moments like those. :) Last Friday I threw my coffee cup in front of me while walking to my car from Ellis! It was in my hand, and because I walk so fast, I lost my grip on it and off it went! *sigh*
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