Dear Guns, Germs, and Steel,
I am interested in reading you, but I have to admit, you are stressing me out a bit. Your words are so small and your pages are so long, and you are full of so many intricate details, I sometimes can't keep up! And with the questions from my teacher piling up, reading you has become even more stressful! I would love to sit down and just enjoy you, but highlighting and looking up vocabulary has just overdone it. I feel like I can't handle it which makes me wonder if I'll be able to handle the class during the school year with all of my other work. Now that I think about it, though, maybe you're just preparing me for next year. Thank you for that, I guess. But still, I really don't want to be stressed during summer, and I really don't want to do work during summer, and I really don't want to even think about school during the summer.
So GGAS, maybe one day I'll find you, and reread you and think of what and idiot I was for complaining about all of your intelligence, but right at this moment, I would love to just shove you in the back of my closet, or maybe bury you in my backyard and never see you again.
Love (kind of),
Hayley
I am interested in reading you, but I have to admit, you are stressing me out a bit. Your words are so small and your pages are so long, and you are full of so many intricate details, I sometimes can't keep up! And with the questions from my teacher piling up, reading you has become even more stressful! I would love to sit down and just enjoy you, but highlighting and looking up vocabulary has just overdone it. I feel like I can't handle it which makes me wonder if I'll be able to handle the class during the school year with all of my other work. Now that I think about it, though, maybe you're just preparing me for next year. Thank you for that, I guess. But still, I really don't want to be stressed during summer, and I really don't want to do work during summer, and I really don't want to even think about school during the summer.
So GGAS, maybe one day I'll find you, and reread you and think of what and idiot I was for complaining about all of your intelligence, but right at this moment, I would love to just shove you in the back of my closet, or maybe bury you in my backyard and never see you again.
Love (kind of),
Hayley
2 comments:
I've never read this dear :(
You should definitely bask in that book. It's a good one.
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