memories of my fifth grade year
I was still writing ARITHMETIC at the top of my papers
When I discovered everyone else had written math.
I said to my twin “they are writing MATH!”
My twin turned her page around and it said MATH.
I was horrified! Why had no one shared this abbreviation with me?
We were in fifth grade, so this was the same time I lost my club.
I had formed a little “Boy haters club” with four other girls.
Weird since everyone knows girls do not play well in odd numbers.
There is always someone left out, and it is usually me.
We used to meet on the playground during recess.
I had a yellow cigar box with our meeting notes.
The other girls went to the side of the enemy pretty quickly.
Soon it was just me and the cigar box
and a notebook full of why I hated these traitors.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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