It was written three days into the new school year. Real winner.
School started two days ago. I like it. I couldn't get my locker open, but I'm getting better. My locker is 88. I've got the combination down cold, but I can't tell you.
Band is fun. When we start to play our horns I'll have more fun. The 1st day was boring, took Mrs. Reynolds 30 minutes to call roll.
I like all my teachers. They're nice. Maybe I'll talk to you some other time.
Oh, to tell her the things I know now that I didn't know then...
I'd start with telling her that going around telling people you know something, but can't tell them is stupid. Then, I'd tell her to drop out of band ASAP. At least quicker than 9th grade (which is when I did drop it). I'd also tell her that despite the niceness of her teachers and the fact that most of them also taught her Sunday school class, they're still going to call her parents all the freakin' time for being a smart ass. Grow up.
Well, maybe I'll talk to you some other time.
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