deSSert

When I was 8 years old I couldn't spell dessert. 

Instead I would always write desert.

I still think about that sometimes.

When I was in 3rd grade I was hit in the face with a jump rope at recess and my glasses broke right in half. The next week I had to wear my mothers old coke bottle glasses while mine were being fixed. 3 boys in my class teased me and the teacher made them write apology letters.

I still think about that sometimes.

When I was in 4th grade I was balancing a balloon on my face after my birthday party. I stepped on my sock and tripped myself smacking my face into the window sill. I broke my right front tooth in half, spat it out, burst into tears and ran upstairs screaming for my mom as my two older sisters sat on the couch laughing at me.

I still think about that sometimes.

My 5th grade teacher pulled me aside one day to tell me he was going to put me in the easier reading group because I wasn't good enough of a reader to be in my current group.

I cried right in front of him and my whole class.

I still think about that sometimes.

I would have failed my 6th grade typing class if it weren't for my mother going in and talking to the teacher to see if I could do extra assignments to make up for my slowness on the timed typing tests.

I still think about that sometimes.

Now, I always spell dessert with two S's because it's sweet and you want twice as much as you want a desert.

Now, I still have those apology letters and read them. Their innocent childlike apologies make me smile.

Now, I have read Phantom of the Opera 3 times, Les Miserables, the Hobbit and several other hard to read books just for fun.

Now, to this day I hold the record for the fastest timed typing test in my middle school. (Quail Run Academy) 

Now, I like my dessert extra extra sweet