Penpals meet in person
Can you remember your first time using a pen? Maybe a pencil?
Honestly, you would be lying if you said you remembered the first time but one certain time stuck out to you.
It was a rainy day. You can remember that because you weren’t allowed to go outside for recess, the favorite part of the day in 4th grade. As you sat in your chair sulking about your afternoon, your teacher clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention.
“Ok, now boys and girls. I have a fun activity planned today. Now I might have mentioned it before but I have a sister who is also a teacher in New York. We thought it would be fun if our classes were penpals!”
“What’s penpals?”
“Ah well, penpals are basically people who become friends by writing letters. Each of you will be given someone to write a letter to, so everyone pull out a piece and paper and a pencil please.”
Despite your thoughts still lurking on recess, your body reacted on its own to grab the materials you needed. Setting the notebook down on your desk, you grabbed your pencil and just held it in your hand. One by one, your teacher handed out a sheet to each student until she reached you.
“Ok Porter. You will write to Jennifer. I ran out of boys sadly but I’m sure this will still be fun.”
A groan left your mouth as you heard it was a girl you were gonna be forced to write to.
“But I don’t want to write to a girl Mrs. White.”
“Porter. This is your assignment. You need to do it. Just have fun with it. Talk about anything you like.”
As your teacher walked away, your eyes just started at the blank sheet. The scratches from your classmate's pencil’s echoed in the air as you just sat there.
“Three more minutes!”
You knew Mrs.White would be mad if you didn’t write anything but you had nothing. Each second that ticked by the more nervous you felt. With one minute left you quickly scribbled a few words and there and put your pencil down.
Hi, I’m Porter. How are you?
Your teacher came by and saw your note and frowned a bit. Despite that, she grabbed your note and folded it. Once she put it in an envelope, she took it back to her desk. Maybe that would be the end of all that.
A week later you found yourself walking back into class after recess. As you sat down at your desk, you noticed a small envelope sitting on top.
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