Preston had always known he was smart. He could read, add, and subtract before he started kindergarten. In first grade his teacher thought everything he did was wonderful. One day she got sick and couldn’t talk well. When it was story time, she let Preston read to the class. After he finished reading, he asked the class questions about the story. They raised their hands and waited for him to call on them before answering. He felt like a real teacher.
Now he was in second grade. Mrs. Dodge didn’t think everything Preston did was great. She fussed about his penmanship and she was always pushing him to do his best work. She said she was trying to prepare him for adulthood. Preston asked his mom what that was. She said it was a grownup. Preston thought Mrs. Dodge should have just said that.
Before the beginning of the holiday, Mrs. Dodge gave a writing assignment that was due when they returned to school. The assignment was to write an essay entitled My Holiday. Preston hated writing essays.
Now he was in second grade. Mrs. Dodge didn’t think everything Preston did was great. She fussed about his penmanship and she was always pushing him to do his best work. She said she was trying to prepare him for adulthood. Preston asked his mom what that was. She said it was a grownup. Preston thought Mrs. Dodge should have just said that.
Before the beginning of the holiday, Mrs. Dodge gave a writing assignment that was due when they returned to school. The assignment was to write an essay entitled My Holiday. Preston hated writing essays.
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