stomach

A boy named John came into my mother's office today, we went to elementary school together, and were in the same class at least twice. When we were in the fourth grade, there were three of us who were in a higher spelling group than everyone else in the class, it was John, some other girl, and me. When our teacher would give us our spelling pre-tests, it was usually in some corner of the room, and usually sprawled out on the floor or something. I remember one week we had the word "stomach" and I had no idea how to spell it. Granted, this was the pre-test, so it didn't really matter, but I wanted to get all the words right on the first try. I looked at John's paper. I can still see it scrawled in chicken scratch boy handwriting on his paper. It was the first and last time I ever cheated on a test in school. When he walked into that office today, the whole experience came flooding back. It's funny how memories have a way of doing that from time to time.

I told my mom the story and she thought it was funny. She immediately proceeded to laughingly recount it for both John and his mother. Ha, I guess it does feel good to have the guilt of cheating on a fourth grade spelling test off my shoulders, after all these years. :P