Michael Vey 2
In fifth grade my English teacher, Ms. Berg, was teaching about autobiographies and had us each write our life story on a single page of lined paper. I’m not sure which is more pathetic:
(a) That Ms. Berg thought our lives could be summed up on one page, or
(b) I could fill only half the page.
Let’s face it, in fifth grade you’re still kind of waiting for life to begin. Yeah,...