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Topic: Craft (as in handcraft) (02/08/07)
- TITLE: Stephanie's Big Kid Problem
By Sheri Gordon
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“Why does she always do that?” Stephanie muttered, as she slowly dragged herself into the bathroom. “She knows that just makes me madder.”
“Bus is comin’, it won’t wait. Hurry now, it’s almost eight,” her mother continued in that sing-songy voice Stephanie hated.
She couldn’t remember when her mother first made up that song. She just knew she had to listen to her sing it every morning. And her dumb little sister would laugh and run to get her shoes on. But the song only made Stephanie walk slower. Who cared what her sister did anyway? She was just a little kid. A second-grader. Stephanie was a big kid. A fourth-grader. And today she had a big kid problem.
Even with Stephanie moving slow, the girls made it to the bus on time. Stephanie plopped in her seat and stared out the window, thinking about the day ahead. She usually liked to laugh with her friends on the bus, but not today. It was Friday. And even her friends wouldn’t understand.
At lunchtime, Stephanie didn’t eat. How could she, being worried about what was coming? Worrying always gave Stephanie a stomach ache. She tried using that as an excuse to get out of class one Friday, but the nurse had called her mom, and her mom had picked her up and made her go to bed, and she had to drink that ucky pink medicine, and she wasn’t really sick because her stomach ache had gone away when she knew she was going to miss “it”, but she couldn’t tell her mom that because then she’d be in trouble and probably not get to play with friends all weekend. No, she wasn’t going to try that again.
The afternoon moved quickly. Too quickly. When she was supposed to be reading, Stephanie sat watching the clock and singing “tick, tock, tick, tock, see the time upon the clock” in her head.
“Okay class,” her teacher’s voice brought Stephanie back to the inevitable moment. “Put away your reading books and get out your…”
“Don’t say it, please don’t say it,“ Stephanie begged silently.
“… art supplies. It’s arts and crafts time.”
She said it. Mrs. Sorenson had officially ruined Stephanie’s Friday, again. She could hear the other kids cheering as she somberly brought out her crayons, paper, scissors, and glue.
“What horrible thing will we be making today ?” Stephanie kept her thoughts to herself. She knew she was the only kid, ever, to hate Fridays, and arts and crafts. And p.e. She was horrible at p.e., too. Always the last one picked.
As she turned her attention back to her teacher, Stephanie soon realized “it” was even worse than she imagined. Today she had to draw a picture of herself. And she had to write some things she liked about herself. And even worse, these would be hung on the wall for all the parents to see! Oh, no -- not that! Stephanie tried hard but her picture was horrible, as usual. And the kids around her snickered, as usual. She hated Fridays.
When the recess bell rang, Mrs. Sorenson announced, “If you haven’t finished your picture and writing, you’ll need to stay inside so I can help you.” Stephanie was the only one left sitting there.
“Why haven’t you finished?” Mrs. Sorenson asked Stephanie.
“I can’t think of anything to write,” Stephanie mumbled, trying to blink away the tears she felt pooling in her eyes.
“Let’s think together,” Mrs. Sorenson said as she wriggled her slightly pudgy body into a chair made for a 10-year old. “What do you like to do? What can you do well?”
“Nothing,” was Stephanie’s muffled reply.
“Oh, Stephanie. I know that’s not true. You are very good at spelling.”
That was true. She was always picked first for spelling bee teams.
“And I know you like to sing,” Mrs. Sorenson continued.
That was true, too. She even had a solo part in last year’s Christmas program.
And math. She loved math. And she could play the piano. And her Sunday school teacher told her she had been a good friend to the new girl.
As Stephanie began to write these things next to her picture, she thought, “I don’t have to be good at arts and crafts, I just have to be good at being me.”
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