26 February 2009

If I met Jackie Robinson

Sarah's homework assignment last night was to write an essay about what might happen if you'd had the opportunity to meet Jackie Robinson. This is her story.

This weekend I was going to sleep late but at 6:00am on Saturday Jackie Robinson knoked [sic] on my door. I was so surprised. I said, "Oh my god. What are you doing here?"

"You won an art contest. I'm the prize. A lesson."
"I don't want to learn baseball. I want ice cream."
"Sounds good."

We went to Coldstone. I got a milkshake. So did Jackie.

Now every Saturday I wake up thinking I'm getting to meet someone famous.

And she doesn't even like Coldstone.

After reading this, my brother referred me to a few stories he wrote at age 10. The comparison (or contrast), is striking.

Ah, boys. Someone should have referred him to the school psychologist.


  1. Nice end-run around the assignment.

    It's always a good idea to rephrase the question as something you'd rather answer.

  2. lmao. i am going to ask wendy about this one.

  3. Ok, that freaked me out a bit Scheherazade's Dad; I was like who the fuck is that reading my blog? Although that is, of course what it's here for.