I was having dinner with Mom and Dad and as usual, we swap stories. Ma doesn’t run out of funny anecdotes from kids in class. She teaches English Freshmen to 15-16 year olds at a local university.
She shared three with me tonight.
Essay Number 1:
I have a number of siblings, named A, B, C and D. My favorite is D because he makes me feel good. I love this sibling of mine. He always showers me with kisses and hugs me when I get home from school. I love it except that he kisses with too much saliva. He is the youngest among us and he is only four years old. I love all my siblings. Sometimes I deliberately make them cry. By the way, I am the eldest in the family.
Essay Number 2:
I love my English teacher now. She is not like my teacher last year who would peer at us through her steel-rimmed glasses like a harsh judge. My teacher this year reminds me of my grandmother. I like attending her classes.
Essay Number 3:
I am always late in this class because I don’t like to wake up early. And I don’t like to wake up early because I don’t like taking a bath. My teacher is a good teacher. I don not want to exhaust her patience.