Just found this and thought I should share. It's a little something I wrote in English class back in sixth grade (I was growing up in Hong Kong at the time - you may notice the British spellings.) I like what the teacher said, at the end: "Indeed!" And I like how I said with full-on belief: Being old is good. I don't actually remember writing all this. But I'm glad I found it. I don't know what to make of it. But I want to save it. And keep thinking about it. The photo is from class today. Class is amazing in a different way each time. Today it was like... a big fat Sunday newspaper... full of enlightening stories but in its fullness, surprisingly relaxing... makes me feel reconnected with the giant world... I can't wait to tell you all about it in the next few posts.
