Normanday #30: You could fry an egg on the sidewalk today. You shouldn’t, but you could.
Write for three minutes about…
…the best way to cool off on a hot summer day.
Email what you wrote to woof at bright dot net by the end of the day June 3 (put “Norman is on Fire” in the subject line). I’ll post as many of my favorite entries as I want next Monday. Include your first name (or, even better, use a pen name) and age (unless you’re tortoise-old). If you’re a published children’s or young adult writer, include a biography to be posted with your entry.
Here are the entries from last week when I asked you to write for three minutes about…
…the last day of school before summer vacation.
Woo-hoo! It’s the last day of school before summer vacation!
Woo-hoo! It’s breakfast on the last day of school before summer vacation!
Woo-hoo! It’s the next to the last bus ride on the last day of school before summer vacation!
Woo-hoo! It’s announcements in homeroom on the last day of school before summer vacation!
This day is just zipping by.
Woo-hoo! It’s a fun lunch with all my friends on the last day of school before summer vacation!
Woo-hoo! My teacher ran out of material and let us watch a movie for class on the last day of school before summer vacation!
Woo-hoo! It’s the final school assembly on the last day of school before summer vacation!
Everyone is pretty rowdy.
Woo-hoo! It’s the 2:30 bell on the last day of school before summer vacation!
Woo-hoo! It’s the last bus ride home on the last day of school before summer vacation!
Woo! Woo! I’m home. It’s summer vacation! Yay!
Tren Rewy Steb
My desk is a scrapbook of memories. I clean it out on the last day of school before summer vacation. In it is a piece of broken pencil, the purple one my aunt sent me. It had my name on it which is why I kept it even though I sharpened it down to a stub that doesn’t have my name on it any more. This piece of blue plastic broke off of something, but I can’t remember what. Those corners of green construction paper are leftover from the Christmas trees we made for the hallway bulletin board. Under each tree we put a drawing of the present we dreamed of getting. I can’t remember what I drew. I remember Taylor drew a skateboard with a skull and crossbones. He got one with lightening bolts instead. I was meant to take home this pink page that listed all the things I needed to bring to school the day of our field trip to the zoo, but I forgot, just like I forgot a packed lunch and money for the gift shop. And this folded-up page is the spelling test I failed. I didn’t forget to take it home. I stashed it at the bottom of my desk where I wouldn’t be reminded that I don’t know how to spell encyklopeedya, tomorough, and vaccume. What’s this crunched up sheet under it all? Oh! It’s the essay I wrote the first day of school about how I spent my summer.
Take back these books that have strained my arms and my back all year: the dense physics book; the hefty history book (I dropped it on my toe during the Revolutionary War, a mistake I never repeated); the social studies book filled with weighty issues to ponder; the beefy health book; the pesado Spanish book; and the English lit book filled with short stories that frankly could have been shorter. Ah. That’s better. Light as dandelion fluff, I float into summer.