journal 3 - Hannah Miller January 19, 2010 Journal #3...

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Hannah Miller January 19, 2010 Journal #3 Garriga When I was 10 I was sort of at that age where nothing really mattered. A big Friday night out would be my parents taking me and my friend’s to our favorite Italian restaurant. I remember my entire 5 th grade year. My teacher became pregnant, my class got lice, and I forged my dads name on a failed math test he was supposed to sign. I had a crush on a guy named Aaron Arm, and funny enough the woman doing the lice check happen to be his mother. At the time I was wearing Aarons sweatshirt. And after my dad finding out that I had forged his name he decided that I would not be let out with my friends for Halloween. My dad, being the funny man, later decided to let me out. The only condition was that I dress like a hobo because he said only hobos forge their parent’s signature. The age of 13 was a prime age for me. I’m Jewish so every weekend I had another bar or bat mitzvah. This meant that I would spend the entire week preparing for the
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