I am SO bored!
Cursive writing. Who cares about cursive writing? What’s wrong with printing? And I hate this dumb book.
It has these stupid drawings, and I’m supposed to write all the words that describe the pictures. I am no good at cursive.
Everyone else seems to be able to write cursive letters like in the book, but I can’t control mine. My writing looks like a crazy person did it. On the right-hand page there’s a blank space. I start copying the picture on the left.
The kid sitting next to me looks at what I’m doing.
Wow! he says.
The girl sitting on the other side looks, too.
How did you do that?
Draw that duck? I can’t do that.
I don’t know. I just did it.
What’s going on over there? The teacher comes over.
The girl says, look at what Eddie drew.
She picks up my book.
Well, that’s quite good, Eddie.
It seems we have an artist in our class.
Wow. This is amazing. I’m actually good at something. I can do something other kids can’t. This is a revelation. I am stunned. I can’t wait to draw something else. All I want to do from this minute on is draw.
But right now, she says, we’re practicing our handwriting. And you really need to work on yours.
I ignore her. I am inspired. I will draw something REALLY hard.
I draw a chain link fence in front of the duck.
It ruins the drawing.