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Six Sentence Story: Random


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I'm linking up this week with another Six Sentence Story. This week's prompt: random. Go over to Denise's blog to read entries from other bloggers--and feel free to link up your own story, too. 

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Every day, his older sisters ventured into the big brick school building, to do who-knows-what. The outdoor playground equipment looked like fun, but he had no idea what happened inside the classroom. His turn would come in the fall, but kindergarten was a mystery. Fortunately, his sisters had experience. Unfortunately, the current kindergartener's description did nothing to ease his fears:

"Math is really hard because no one tells you the answer and you just have to guess a number."

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  1. Math was never my strong suit. My brothers and sisters excelled at it and were always helpful. But I am sure they were amazed at how I could learn most anything else but floundered at algebra.

    It wasn't until I started teaching that I actually got it.

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    1. Teaching a subject has a way of cementing it, doesn't it?

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  2. Funny, just this morning i was remembering a real happening at our home when i and my younger brother were being dropped off at school. Youngest brother, still too young to attend, snuck out of the car (no car seats then) and was brought back by an adult who saw him wandering aimlessly and crying, "I want to go to school!"

    Excellent story!

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    1. LOL! I hope you have that written down somewhere (besides your comment). That's a great family story!

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  3. HaHa. I had forgotten about this happening.

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  4. Surely one of the most universal of childhood mysteries... what do they do all day in that place, when you're the youngest and have been left behind.
    Evocative Six!

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  5. Ah the dreaded subject of math. I was fine with the basics but got lost as soon as algebra was introduced.

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    1. Algebra does stretch the brain, doesn't it?

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  6. Oh, that would be me, lol. Fear! When you're in kindergarten, school is such a huge mystery. Can honestly say I was not in a hurry to get to first grade :D
    Thanks for linking up this week, Kristi!

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    1. First grade is so much more serious than kindergarten!

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  7. And now we know how I survived math... Great story!

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  8. Sometimes all one can do is guess.

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  9. At least he has taken the first step of kindergarten instead of running hysterically away. The mystery's of the inner sanctum will be revealed in due course.

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  10. I'm with Lisa on the math technique! Great story!

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