I am nine years old and I am in fourth grade. Today, Father John who comes our class weekly to give us spiritual talks told me that I look like Woodstock [from Charlie Brown]. It was because I never comb my hair in the morning.
The other day, I raised my hand to volunteer to read out loud. Sister Gloria, our teacher, accidentally called my Stacy. Everyone laughed. I just blushed.
Now I am Stacy Woodstock.
Riotous_Proletariat · Sun Apr 29, 2007 @ 03:20am · 3 Comments |