This somewhat alarming essay came home last week in my first grader’s bag, but it fits right in with featured-grownups topic this month.

Unfortunately this revelation comes as no surprise to those of us who live with Mae.

My perfect scool day wold be come put my coat and bookbag away.  I wold sit by the wall, go in the [classroom] and that day it wold be my birthday.  It wold be a surprise.  I got to be the boss ther wold be no teachers.  I wold be the boss of the class.  That wold be the perfect day.  Ps It wold be 100 degrees outside.

 

 

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