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TM #292 - Show and tell.
Jul. 24th, 2009 04:29 pmWe used to do show and tell every couple weeks in preschool and kindergarten.
I remember back when I was in kindergarten, I brought in this Return of the Jedi pop-up book. I loved that thing when I was a kid. There was a page where there would be a light saber battle between Luke and Darth Vader and the pull tab would make the beams go up and down and there was one where this net would go up and stuff.
Okay...so by then, Return of the Jedi was three years old. And some of my classmates thought I was a total nerd for wanting to bring this thing in. But it was one of my favorite books and was a bit worn from being read a few times over. It still was in decent shape though.
Despite a few snickers, I got through Show and Tell okay talking about how much I liked the book. I thought everything would be all right and I could take my treasured book home to enjoy later. But on my way back to my mat, this kid, Jason Fredricks, took the book from me and ripped part of my book. He ripped Darth Vader's light saber from the book and threw it in the trash. I remember running frantically to the trash can trying to find it amidst the pile of empty milk cartons from snack time.
My teacher ended up putting Jason in a time out and while she was doing so, I managed to find the light saber piece and placed it inside the book to repair when I got home.
That night, I told my Dad about what happened at Show and Tell.
"I almost cried," I told him. "But I didn't wanna seem like a baby."
"I know you love that book and I'm sure we can patch it up," he assured me. And with some surgical precision and clear Scotch tape, he mended the torn light saber. "There. Good as new....almost."
I tugged the pull tab and Luke and Darth could still fight each other fairly well, even with the tape. "Yeah. Thanks, Dad."
He patted my head and went off on his own while I amused myself with the pop up light saber battle.
Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 379
I remember back when I was in kindergarten, I brought in this Return of the Jedi pop-up book. I loved that thing when I was a kid. There was a page where there would be a light saber battle between Luke and Darth Vader and the pull tab would make the beams go up and down and there was one where this net would go up and stuff.
Okay...so by then, Return of the Jedi was three years old. And some of my classmates thought I was a total nerd for wanting to bring this thing in. But it was one of my favorite books and was a bit worn from being read a few times over. It still was in decent shape though.
Despite a few snickers, I got through Show and Tell okay talking about how much I liked the book. I thought everything would be all right and I could take my treasured book home to enjoy later. But on my way back to my mat, this kid, Jason Fredricks, took the book from me and ripped part of my book. He ripped Darth Vader's light saber from the book and threw it in the trash. I remember running frantically to the trash can trying to find it amidst the pile of empty milk cartons from snack time.
My teacher ended up putting Jason in a time out and while she was doing so, I managed to find the light saber piece and placed it inside the book to repair when I got home.
That night, I told my Dad about what happened at Show and Tell.
"I almost cried," I told him. "But I didn't wanna seem like a baby."
"I know you love that book and I'm sure we can patch it up," he assured me. And with some surgical precision and clear Scotch tape, he mended the torn light saber. "There. Good as new....almost."
I tugged the pull tab and Luke and Darth could still fight each other fairly well, even with the tape. "Yeah. Thanks, Dad."
He patted my head and went off on his own while I amused myself with the pop up light saber battle.
Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 379
