How I Feel on Picture Day
Like a puppet.

Over here, sweetie! Now, just tilt your head a little too the right- too far! Just drop your hands. Relax, okay? Smile! The boys picked at the collared shirts their mothers made them wear, and fret about which pose they will have to stand in. At least the woman who ran it today didn't have a voice intended for two-year-olds.

In language arts, our class had the option to read Anne Frank; The Diary of a Young Girl or Hiroshima by John Hersey. I've already read Anne Frank's diary, so I decided to read Every few days or so, we have literature circles comprised of three or four kids each, and then we debrief to the class. We have just finished reading the fourth chapter of Hiroshima.

Areas of Disbelief

• How could the Japanese be so calm? Why aren't they raging and fighting?
• Their nationalism stretched far beyond 'The Pledge of Allegience'.
  
• Why did America drop the bomb in the first place?
  
• How could we have been so angry?

How could we have been so angry? My generation can not imagine an America in which there was so much hatred against the Japanese. I guess all of those multi-cultural nights and long American-dream speeches have made a difference, after all.

Soccer is about to end in P.E. We began it just as winter turned into spring-a perfect time. Soccer, I must say, is actually distinguishable, unlike most of the other sports we play. Although there are football tackles and the occasional blatant handball, the basic concept of soccer remains fairly intact.

We play on the field behind our school. It's slanted at the corners, so the ball goes out of bounds more than often, and if you even touch the ball you're guaranteed to get tripped or beaten, but sometimes you can smell the bread in the ovens of a bakery up the street, so it's all worth it.