English class memories :)

I was going through some old english papers that I did in the 10th grade... I must say that was defiantly one of the best years of my life :) I did this short letter for an extra credit assignment... needless to say it got and A :) lol it was fun and thats all that matters :) Good times and good memories

Dear Santa,
I can explain what really happened during the church Christmas show...
I was standing on the stage minding my own business when the old music lady just assumed that I was a part of the whole thing. She gave me a rob thing and told me to wait with the other kids. I had no idea what was going on so I just did it. Anyway, I got put on the stage, and I pretended to know what was going on. Well, at the very end we were singing Silent Night. It was getting kinda boring so I decided to add a twist to things... I really didn't mean to knock the crib over, and I think Elvis was one of the greatest that ever lived... Anyway, the music lady was so mad that she grabbed my arm and yanked me off the stage. My dad thought it was it was funny... But mom didn't.
Mr. Santa, Please understand that I'm young and am still learning... How am I supposed to know that names like "Crazy Hag", "Old Rug" and "Crusty Rug" and stuff like that were mean? My Grandma calls herself an old hag... Anyway, Thank You for your time and I'm glad you understand :)

Love,
Johnny
(Aka Tessica :D)

I'm so glad I can look back through my old notebooks and remember the good times I got to spend with so many wonderful people, the times I got to walk through the pasture, the years I got to go to girls camp, The times I sat in the parking lot at Walmart talking to friends or kicking back with a mini carton of ice cream... For the times I walked to a friends house and ended up staying till almost 1 in the morning... then having to wake up at 5 for seminary :) staying up late writing essay due the next day.. I miss those times, but I'm glad they happened. And I know that they will happen again... soon :)

“Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.” Author unknown