From the Diary Of

Janelle McLaughlin

My earliest school memory is not a good one. I remember a cold, cruel kindergarten teacher. I remember her yelling at me when I asked to get a tissue for a runny nose, and I remember her picking on a little boy for frequently wetting his pants. Despite a lousy teacher, I still enjoyed school for learning. Being a second child, I was eager to go to school and learn new things like my older sister.