Little People

So my school has a tradition of having the 3rd graders write a letter about their favorite Christmas memories and what their New Year's resolution is for the upcoming year. Reading these letter's or trying to decipher what these kids were trying to say made me realize how far I've come in 9 years. One of my favorite mistakes was one kid said his New Year's resolution is "to shat the table for his family to eat". I'm not thinking he meant what he wrote but who knows what these kids watch on TV.

Anyway, each high schooler was assigned a 3rd grader. I got Cory Minks, my baseball coach's son, and his favorite Christmas memories included "getting his favorite toy", "playing in the snow", and "getting lots of presents." After we read our 3rd grader's letter, we had to respond to it by writing a letter back to them with our favorite Christmas memories and New Year's resolution. The memories I wrote about ranged from watching 'Christmas Vacation', watching college bow games, and being with family. My resolution, as cliche as it sounds, is to not take anything for granted and enjoying the time I get with my family. After we had wrote our letter and decorated it, my decorations were worse then theirs, we put a candy cane and holiday pencil with it inside an envelope.

The next day, the entire Senior class was off the the grade school. We met up with our 3rd grader, they read their letter to us, we read our letter to them, and then we talked about what they wanted for Christmas. Cory wanted to get the new Call of Duty game for his Xbox 360. I guess for some things, age doesn't matter because I own that game and it is the SHIT. Our next task is to go to his classroom and have him show me around. The highlight of this trip was his class's two rats, yes rats. The kids took the mice out of their cage and my kid decides to stick one of the rats underneath his shirt for fun, then tries to hand it to me, not happening.

After we were done in his class, we went to the library, and to my surprise they still had the same Librarian that they had when I was there. Cory showed me his friends and where the "cool" spot was to sit. So I took a seat in a chair that I thought I might break sitting in. He then showed me a practical joke on some of his classmates, about 8, where he scratched their hand, told them to smell it, and smacked their hand into their face when they did it.

Then as sad as it was, we high schoolers had to go back to our school and had to say good bye to our new friends. Hearing a "Corbin! See you dude!" about every 5 steps as I exited the Grade School, I loaded the bus wishing I was in 3rd grade again.