My Childhood Memory Essay

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My Childhood Memory

It was the fourth grade. I always heard rumors and gossip about a certain teacher. This year, kids said to take any teacher except Mrs. Williams, the oral project teacher. Of course in elementary, we did not have a choice of which teacher to choose. Boy, I was shocked when I glanced at the window that had my schedule. Just by looking at that plain white piece of paper sticking on a safety-glass window, I knew it was going to be a bad year. The old, grouchy, strict, and mean Mrs. Williams would be my teacher. No problems, all I need to do is stand in front of the class and speak memorized parts. Of course, I never was a fan to any project that included talking in front of the class. The shyness that accompanied me my
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However, a couple days later from the announcement, a white envelope came in the mail with a gold seal and the name Mrs. Williams pasted on the return address. Why wasn't I surprised to find out this was an invitation to The Play for my parents? There were no more excuses. I had no choice but to go forward and join the play.

We first started by taking roles in different dramas. I rushed through a crowd of kids and hunted for a small lined part. Finally, luck played on my side and I found a short part that even I could memorize. I would be a dashing soldier, protecting the country of Rome from evil dragons while doing my best to keep the gods happy. Next, we all took bells and canes for the singing, prancing, and dancing part of the play. I received a tiny scratched bell with a little red piece of yarn. It was the ugliest and worse bell, but I became use to these consequences and I did not have any problem in going forward with progress.

After getting our red-stripped canes and other materials, we rehearsed our parts with great admiration. Well... most did. Personally, I hated the whole thing, especially the singing roles. When the kids were not "in tune," she blamed it on me and forced me to sing more. When we had to jingle the bells for a beat, my bell would just make an ugly thump sound. Even with all these problems, progress went well and everyone seemed ready for The
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