A Day From the Past
On this blog, I will talk about the day at my one school, and the time I was in pre-K. I went to Montessori School. Montessori was a very nice little school surrounded by woods, and next to a Burger King. One day, my best friend Makaela (she was so nice) and I used the bathroom. We said, "I miss you." During recess we played tag. Afterwards, I got tired and hid in a small tent on top of a structure. Then she climbed up and found me. She said "its not fair that we don't get to wash our hands with each other." I agreed. We went inside after recess. I had used the bathroom. I had thought about what she had said. One kid walked in and I had tried to fool him so in my shreikiest voice I said, "I'm a girl."
"No you're not," he said.
"Yes, I am."
"Then how come you have shoes with jets on them?"
"No, those are Power Puff Girls. I'm kidding, I'm Samuel."
So Makaela and I washed our hands in the girls' bathroom. We did it for a week, and then we went to the bathroom and washed our hands together. The teacher and the principal came from upstairs and I quickly ran to the sinks outside (the boys' bathroom has sinks outside). They caught me. I ran back. They said, "What are you doing Sam?"
"Nothing."
"Were you in the girls' bathroom?"
"No."
"Come upstairs you two."
So we did. She talked about why we can't do that. "What if we had a fire alarm? We would not know where you were."
"We're sorry."
"So don't do it again, ok."
"OK."
