Shelby - I just looked over your paper. the paper should not be written in the 1st person. could you please modify the paper? I will count it as handed in on time, but it should be in the 1st person. Thank you.
Eight Pages. All over again. Because nowhere on the RUBRIC does it say anything about NOT USING FIRST PERSON. I was having a good day, such a good day...
I woke up late--but not too late. 'Round 10:30 is pretty good for me--the guilt sets in if I get up past eleven. So I shower, get ready, head downstairs...and mom has left my candy as well as my unwrapped PGSIS Yearbook DVD on the dining room table. Sah-weet! So I unwrapped a chocolate and reminisced before heading out to go see Gavin dressed as captain planet.
As I walked into SAVE camp, kids were coming out of the woods...and I realized how much I missed the little guys. And then I walked into the house and realized, huh...I miss the big kids too, the counselors, momma Hamilton. I mean, I realize it's not the same people as last year--part of what made it so much fun was Mr. Hamilton running around in a wetsuit and Brian plotting in a cape and goggles. But--the woods, the jokes, the flexibugs, for gods' sake. I miss all of it. [Oh, and green hair is really quite becoming on Gavin--All I can say is THE POWER IS YOURS, KIDS!!!!!)
Then, it was off to another place I missed--I walked into Montgomery theater just in time to hear the last 5 minutes of Shakesperimentation, my very first class there (gaw). Who would've thought that two years later I would call myself a theater kid, hangin' with friends from the Actor's Company and all. So Franny & Jess (yes, they get an ampersand as they are THAT awesome) and Aubs and Sam and I all headed over to the Java and grabbed coffee after class, just to catch up--and I must say. Franny and Jess are two of my favorite people in the whole wide world. And the whole is more than the sum of its parts--they're truly a dynamic duo. After laughing, joking, and much storytelling, they told us we should come to Philly Fringe, and I think I see some birthday plans in the works...I dream of trains, grandparents, and classy dinners...
I REALLY miss theater though. I want the stage, I want a new character,a new life to invent, a new emotional puzzle to solve, new scenes to script. I want jokes and games and coffee every Monday. I want that weekly affirmation--I work hard at it and I actually see the results...I want to be aware of myself in ways only the glaring stage lights can make me see. I'm counting down, I know it's close. And THAT is exciting.
But enough of that. I've got a f#@$%* paper to revise.
UPDATE: Mom and I are disputing the email! At no time was it mentioned to me that first person is inappropriate, my first-person writing is all personal observation (ie FACTUAL), and I even cited myself (observations from former papers) where I could. The internet says that that's alright, and pending Sara's response I might have a Research Methods professor say it's alright too, in which case Coddington will have no, NO argument.
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