My mother has moved again (this is a phrase you should be familiar with, she moves a lot). This time she unloaded a box o’crap on me that included my Sixth Grade English Notebook. I want y’all to know that I wrote excellent poems in sixth grade and I got all A’s. Mixed in with the batch of excellent poety is this essay. I assume that the assignment was to write about a recent event, but I can’t be sure.
Here it is. You know you want to thumb this up on YouTube, because I am kind enough to repeatedly embarass myself for y’all.