Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Confidence, Memories, School | Posted on 11-02-2015
Tags: 6th grade
When I was in sixth grade, everyone had to memorize a poem in front of the class. Mine was The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.
I had practiced. I had recited it to my stuffed animals several nights prior. I was ready.
The day I was to present, I wore a matching blouse and skirt, with parrots-and-tropical-flowers print, and white sandals. A perfect outfit for a confident young lady. My grandmother had bought it for me and I wore it proudly.
Except. When I stood in front of the classroom, I lost all confidence and nerves took over. I wiped my sweaty palms on my parrots skirt and took a deep breath.
My poem is The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost, I began.
And then. Blank. No words. I had forgotten every line.
I looked at my teacher with tears welling up in my eyes. She let me sit down.
Fast forward several years later.
My daughter, who is in the sixth grade, presented her project on Egyptian Gods to her class. Dressed in a plaid hoodie and headband, she was ever-so-confident as she stood in front of her class. She took a deep breath and bam.
She nailed it.
Well, whaddya know. Two roads diverged in a wood…
My daughter took a different road than I did. 🙂