In every class, there are always a few kids you try to avoid. The know-it-all kid, for instance: Who has time for that? Or the kid who can't stop yammering or who can't control his temper: Why invite drama?
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Two wrongs don't make a right. You've grown up hearing that, and it barely makes sense. Two wrongs actually just make things worse, and there's nothing correct about that.
The quiet girl that sits the next row over may know how to inspire people. The know-it-all in your class could own a business in the future. The kid everybody picks on might become president.
Nothing beats recognition when you've finished a project. Good job! Well done!
Mama says it's chilly outside, and you need to cover up.
There'll always be a soft place in your heart for your first kiss, your first I-love-you and for the person who gave them to you.
The neighborhood over a couple blocks is all lit up.
You've been singing songs about it. You've been extra nice around the house because of it, doing your chores without complaint. Maybe you've even helped get ready for it by decorating your classroom.
Mama says you'd better share your toys. But you don't mind; it's Christmas, and as long as other kids are careful, they can play with your new gifts, too.
You didn't even know it was possible, but there it was: Santa visits Grandma's house, too.
Your dad says his team is doing well this year. Mom's happy, too.
Grandma is the best cook ever! She's second only to Mom, who makes your favorite foods every day.
At the beginning of the Civil War, many freedmen and recent-runaway slaves tried to enlist in the Army to fight for the North. There were laws against that kind of thing then, but after the Emancipation Proclamation in 1863, the Union Army was open to former slaves.
"Use your head!" That's what your parents, grandparents, even your teacher says all the time.
There's a little jingle in your pocket, and you can't wait to spend it. So what will you buy? Will you purchase candy or a toy?
Science is an interesting thing. It can tell you why the sky is blue and your cat isn't; why you kinda resemble your great-grandpa, if you squint; and when's the best time to go moon watching.
For almost every day of your life, someone's reminded you to share. Usually, it's about sharing your toys, but that's not all. You share games, the sofa, your ideas, snacks and any chore that needs four hands.
When school started this year, you felt a little strange.
Peanut butter and jelly. Bacon and eggs. Rock 'n' roll, Mario and Luigi, Whip/Nae Nae, Batman and Robin. Some things just naturally go together; they belong in pairs.
Ever since you were born, you've loved music. Your mother tells stories of you bopping in your crib, baby-dancing to songs on the radio.
Your favorite hangout isn't all that fancy. It's comfortable, though: You've got places to sit, flat surfaces for your stuff, and your friends are always around.
If it was a snake, it would've bit you. Odd words from your grandmother, meaning that whatever you were looking for was practically right in front of you but you didn't see it.
How many leaves are on the tree outside your window? That's a question you may not be able to answer. How could you even count them all?
Pick up your toys! How boring is that? It's much more exciting to get things out than it is to put them away, right?
Wrapping is for ripping. Ribbons are for untying, and boxes are for dumping out and climbing in. And why not?
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