When my grandmother died, she left me a handwritten note. It was so very dear to me that I hid it... from myself.
While I continue to search for my Grandmother's letter, I want to leave behind written mementos for those who have influenced ME in some way. To create a tradition to honor my Grandmother.
Welcome to "Sincere Monday":
Dear Mrs. Dauman (2nd Grade),
I am sorry I cheated in your class room. It was very hard to resist looking up the answers that were so cleverly hidden in the back of my reader. It saved time, and quite honestly, the stories were incredibly boring (and pointless).
Who had the bright idea to put the answers in the back of the books anyway, and how stupid do you think a second grader is? Maybe it's just me, but if the answers are clearly written in the book I am reading, I don't believe I should be held accountable for writing them down.
I guess I am not really sorry that I cheated; I am more upset that I was caught and accosted by you in the girl's bathroom.
Second grade sucked!