I just remembered this story from my youth.
I was in the second grade and Mrs. Faber was my teacher and she got tired of me talking in class. I guess I was in an extroverted mood that day. Her choice of discipline for me was that I had to write this sentence out 100 times.
I promise to remember that my conversational proclivities are not beneficial or helpful, but are in fact hurtful and detrimental to others.
That was one long night at my house, but I learned how to spell some new words.
It's a beautiful day in God's world, be sure to see the good.
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Did she insist that you write it in your very best cursive hand, and spell out any new words, using phonetics?
That's a cute story. Glad someone tried to keep Jeff in hand.
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