Not too long ago I was going through some of my old things and found a journal from when I was in kindergarten. We basically wrote an entry every few days—and by “wrote” I mean we drew a picture and then attempted to write a sentence to go with it by scribbling some letters. Then our teacher came by and asked us what we’d drawn, adding a caption so that we could go back and read it later.
Anyhow, I was leafing through some of my old kindergarten journal entries and found something really touching that my kindergarten teacher did in one of my entries. I’ll explain it as I go, so scroll through to the end. It’s worth it, I promise 🙂
Alright, let me give you some context. I used to have this dog named Gabe. He was a police dog that my dad had from being a State Trooper. Since I loved Gabe so much, he had kind of a starring role in my journal in kindergarten.
See? Gabe the police dog! Here are some journal entries about him.
September 16, 1996. Me and Carl are walking the dog and cat.
September 19, 1996. Daddy is walking the dog.
October 15, 1996. All the wind came and I blew away and my dog, Gabe, was sad. (Fun fact: I was actually referring to a recent tornado here.)
He was the sweetest!
Sadly, though, Gabe passed away that January :/ Here is the journal entry I wrote about it.
…But it wasn’t until this time looking at my journal again recently that I noticed this note that my teacher had left me below the journal entry’s caption.
And that, my friends, is why my kindergarten teacher ruled.
The end (: