TOUR DE WASHINGTON

Today my psychotic mom rode her new fixed bicycle to school with me. At school, we practiced for a test called the Salmon. Just joking. Called the Aprenda. Then we split up into groups. Blah. Blah. Blah. After that, we went to library. Then, lunch. Yummy! I had my mom's special homemade super-delicious nutritious funny cool lunch. After that, recess. We played soccer. Then, back to class. Read aloud. A fun game of Simon Says. Then, Writer's Workshop. Today I wrote a poem. It was about reading. The poem went like this:

When you open a book, you open a world, an adventure.
It can be about a cute little panda bear.
Or a ten-ton tyrannasauros rex.
Or it can be about the fascinating world of toilets.
Don't read a cookbook if you want to be a teacher.
If you want to be a teacher, read a teacher book.
So open a book, take a look. It can be about some spooky tales.
Or a book about big fat whales.
So if it's a rainy day, I know what to say.
Open a book, open a book. Take a look! Take a look!

After school, my mom came to get me. We rode on our bikes to boring old piano. (Just joking.) My lesson was fabuloso. Then we rode home and stopped at Vace, a pizza place. We had a picnic. Then rode home. Then hung out and did homework and wrote in my blog. The end. Now get out of my website!