Teri, who has her blog Diary of A Mad Hatter and writes for Motherhood Uncovered, wrote this post today on the website about helping her daughter with a project for school. I have been having massive writer’s block but reading her post inspired me to actually write about a few run ins I had with school projects.
I was a total overachiever in grade school when it came to class projects but by the time I was in Junior High I was over school and hated it.
In 3rd or 4th grade the class got to do a fun project where you make up a not yet discovered creature that was a chameleon to its environment and also write a story.
Even though this made up creature was supposed to be a drawing, I went a step further and made my drawing into a pop up picture so that the little creature would pop up when you opened the paper.
I worked really hard on it and was so proud.
My teacher wasn’t impressed and gave me a really low grade, saying I didn’t make the creature blend into the background since it was a pop up picture. What a way to burst a kid’s bubble.
Despite that I stuck to my quirkiness and continued to do projects in school with my own flare but by 6th grade I was done after my Freddy Kreuger turkey story.
We were supposed to write a Thanksgiving story and read it in front of the class.
Since the original Nightmare On Elm Street movies were so big back then, I decided to base my story on that and wrote a Thanksgiving story called “Freddy Turkey”. It was a turkey that haunted kids in their nightmares and I colored the turkey on the paper to make him have a red and green striped sweater, hat, and knives for fingers.
I was on such a roll that I had to add another piece of paper to the print out the teacher gave us and for the final touch I made these 4 rip marks on my paper. My classmates loved the story but my teacher was appalled and she failed me.
She even kept me after class and scolded me about my writing and said my paper was a disruption to the other students even though everyone in the class was laughing and told me how much they loved it afterwards.
Maybe it was too much but I thought my story was more creative than the typical “we go to my grandma’s house each year for Thanksgiving and have pumpkin pie” paper that most of my classmates wrote.
How can someone not love a killer turkey?
So, when you go to sleep tonight, watch out for a turkey with a red and green striped sweater. Screeeech. Bwahahahaha!