Only the coolest 8-year-olds had Walkmans. And spoiled toddlers, apparently. I don’t know how I thought I was going to pay for one for her on her sixth birthday (two months away at this point). That was obviously a lie to make me look good in front of Mrs. Kleinhans.
Third-grade Laura is a damn liar. This does, however, document my first attempt at bullshitting an assignment – a trend that continued well through college.
More from my third-grade school journal…. At 8, I was already telling it like it is. #nonewfriends
Today, we visit the subject of being a parent. And what it apparently meant to me, at age 8. First, to be a mom: You only get school clothes and trolls. Oh and school supplies. To be a dad: I am so glad I didn’t end up a father because I do not want toContinue reading “#tbt: Tales of a third-grade Laura”
So this is a new thing we’re doing here on the blog because I found some of my third-grade writings and they’re GOLDEN. I did not like a couple of the kids across the street so I don’t know which one this is referring to. And I still wish that Spray-Can Silence was real. It would haveContinue reading “#tbt: Tales of a third-grade Laura”
Ohhhhhh you guys. Have I got a treat for you. My parents are attempting to clean out some of the million boxes of things in their basement, which includes giving us kids some of our old stuff they’ve kept. A couple weeks ago, I collected one box from ’em – with such gems in itContinue reading “#tbt: Tales of a third-grade Laura”