I had got myself into some big mess at school. I was supposed to write about a big event that changed my life. I did what I do best, and made it up. I wrote about how I had gone to Africa to help the starving children. I mentioned Jane, a family friend who had actually gone to Africa to distribute toys a few years earlier. I don’t know why I put her in the story, but I thought with names it would sound more legit. Well as it turned out, my English teacher knew a Jane who had done the very same thing. She approached me about it and asked if it was the same person. It was the same person. I was caught off guard and told her it was someone else from California that I knew and denied the whole situation. I was all worried that my teacher was going to talk with Jane and they’d connect the dots and call my bluff. I told my mom about it and she suggested that I come clean about the whole lie and just write her a letter explaining the whole thing. I didn’t want to, so she wrote it and pretended it was me. I still don’t know what the letter said, but from then on I was my English teachers favorite student and still get emails here and there from her. Thanks mom!
OH KIMBERLY!In her 50 wise years she has had too many embarrassing, weird things happen to her and it wouldn’t be fair to keep them in the family. She is special, she is funny. She’s got 8 kids, and as she says “each one took a part of her brain with them at birth”. So what if her house is a mess? So what if she drives like a crazy at night? So what if she talks herself into weird situations she can’t get out of? She’s my mom and I love her.