I go to Ballet
by Jessica
Today, I go to Ballet, as always.
My partner is my favorite friend.
She is tall so she is heavy.
And I can't hold up her leg.
I'm sorry to her. I'm not strong so I can't hold up her leg.
It's very sorry ballet.
I want change my partner. But I like her.
She is good at ballet. And me, too.
Good bye.
My First Sister
by Nancy
My sister's name is Ji.
She is twenty years old.
And she is very beautiful but she's nickname is Pig.
Because she is fat.
So she went to health club.
And she can drive.
But she is the first step.
And she is my teacher. Because she is everyday teaches.
She's very good teacher.
1 comments:
I could hardly stop laughing on these diary entries. It is hard to lift a heavy leg and even worse to be called a pig. It is rough if you are not small or tiny.
Love, Mom
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