I was recently thinking about my 6th grade moving up ceremony. When I was about to enter junior high our elementary school held a ceremony or graduation for us (no caps and gowns :-( We had to vote on who was the smartest boy, smartest girl, funniest boy, funniest girl, you get the picture. Well, I really wanted to be voted prettiest. At that time being pretty was important. I didn't win prettiest girl - I won nicest girl. I was happy about being the nicest girl but I also remember staring daggers into the back of the head of the girl who did win prettiest. I immediately started picking out all of her flaws. (Why do girls do this?) Nicest? Ha! Here I was hating the girl who won....
Fast forward about 20 years.
I am so proud to be nicest. I still have that adjective used to describe me. I do try to live up to my name. Last year a few students asked a fellow teacher, "Who is the nicest person you know?" He took a few moments to think then announced my name. Isn't that nice?
2 comments:
aw that is sweet.
did you know that matt won "most likely to put his foot in his mouth"?
and...yeah...I can totally see that
haha...I believe it
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