Bad spelling, horrible syntax and poignant 11-year-old wisdom. The unedited entries of my sixth-grade journal.

 

Confession

1-9-02

I really have nothing to confess because I just haven’t done anything latley that I’m not so posed to do. So I guess I have a freewrite. I have a rap about freewrites.

Freewrites are nice

Freewrites are cool

Everybody likes freewrites

Yo, Yo, NO!

Isn’t it great. I think it is great. Ha, Ha, Yeah, this is rap about,

Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo

This story of Jo, Jo, Jo

Yo, Go, The End.