My experiment

I don’t get it about boys. Especially Russell and Tom and Otto. Miss VanDuyne always has to call them down and make them stop talking in class. How can they just blurt out stuff like that all the time? I would be too scared to say anything without raising my hand first. Sure, I get [...]

Football is for boys

     Once I lived across the street from a boy in my class. He had a younger sister, and sometimes I went to his house to play with her. One day I got my courage up and knocked on his door. When he answered I just said, “Do you want to play?” To my surprise he said yes. It was [...]