Alright so it's really not an interesting story... It's just about the time I won the Story Telling Contest in 5th grade (maybe 6th I don't remember)
Because all my favorite stories start this way I'm going to start mine this way so deal with it.
nce upon a time many, many year ago, there was an awkward me. I attended Cedar Ridge Elementary.
There is this tradition in that school that everyone dreaded. The Storytelling Festival. Honestly I never met a single soul who was like "OH BOY STORYTELLING FESTIVAL!" Except little miss perfect who won it every year. Her mom was one of those barbie moms who's like 30 but thinks shes 16. Always made her daughter achieve all the things in life she never did.
I am pretty sure that all the teachers knew the kids didn't like this tradition so finally one of my teachers decided to bargain with us. She sat us down and said "Alright this is how the Storytelling Festival is going down this year. Either 3 of you volunteer to tell a story and we vote out of those 3. Or, everyone has to tell a story."
That was answered by a chorus of groans and even one 'come on!' We sat there for a solid 40 seconds until the teacher started to say "alright looks like everyone has-" I then raised my hand and was all "Lady lemme stop ya right there. I'll tell a freakin story and if 2 others don't raise their hands and take one for the team Ima be mad."
Not long after me 2 others offered to share a tale. The next day in class I had completely forgotten. So I asked to go last. The first girl up actually seemed excited to tell a story. The guy couldn't care less about his story. Then I went up and made up a version of 'The Three Little Pigs' on the spot. I don't remember any of it other than my fellow classmates laughing.
Fast forward a day and I had learned that the class voted my story was the best. That then meant I had to tell my story in an assembly with all the students. And I'm pretty sure that's the first appearance my anxiety reared it's ugly face.
I accepted my fate. Did what any anxious student would do.
I faked sick the day of the assembly.
So the girl who actually wanted to go up in front of everyone got her lime light and I got a day off school. Win win situation if you ask me.
And that children is how I got out of the Storytelling Festival and my faking sick started and hasn't stopped to this day.
I loved the Kermit gif
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