Some long overdue improvements
to 100 Words are....
10/14/2014 - We've returned to development mode. You might be skeptical. But, working hard to make 100words 2.0 finally a reality.
January 15th, 2010
I saw old pictures of mine and they made me laugh. Thin arms. Dresses. Sandals. Full bangs. That wide, innocent smile. Whatever happened to the thin, nerdy, studious good girl? I think people must miss her a lot. Because in her place, there is now this sociable, loud, rebellious bitch. And even though she is loved by many, I still miss that good girl sometimes. When I look in the mirror, what I see is a lot different from what I used to see. She is more herself now, but she is not as carefree nor as innocent as before.
May 8th, 2007
shingleton, my ninth grade history teacher, explained how a year was longer for a four-year-old than for, say, a sixty-year-old.
one year for a four-year-old was a quarter of his life; one year for the sixty-year-old was one-sixtieth of a life.
a quarter is a much smaller chunk of time than one-sixtieth.
it made sense.
shingle also had a map cart where three plants lived. one day i rode the map cart across the carpeted room, crashed, and dumped soil everywhere. i spent the remainder of class picking up dirt.
October 6th, 2008
"Who knows where babies come from?" the teacher asked. I raised my hand before I checked to see what the other kids did. My hand flew up high and proud. It was the only one in the room. I saw the funny look on the nun's face in the front of the room, and looked around. Everybody was looking at me. Suddenly I was afraid she was going to ask me to explain it to the rest of the class. It wasn't my fault that I knew. I had known the facts of life since I was five years old