Today in English we celebrated Dot Day. We listened to the book, Dot Day, online. I think Dot Day means you can make your mark on the world, or to never give up. It was a very good book, it got a lot of reasons across. After we listened to the book, we made our own dots. Afterwards, we talked about the meaning of the story. Here is my fabulous dot:
It all started with a cough, then got worse, and it was only days away from the field trip. The field trip that was going to beat all field trips, and we were going to go to a big museum for our sixth grade field trip. A week from the field trip and I was sick, great. That day I went to school, and Mr. Walters finally told us about the big trip. Of course the whole grade had already known where we were going and when. That’s when he said, “Anyone who is sick or doesn’t come has to give me a report on the museum and what we learn at the museum.” I was terrified, I hated essays, and if I didn’t get better in five days, I was a goner.
The next day I went to school again, but I went home sick with worry and illness. My mother took me to the doctor that day, as I walked into the waiting room I thought, “Here is my fate, the doctor gets to decide now.” I couldn’t believe myself, my mom had given me two days to get well before the doctor got to say whether or not I got to go to the field trip. As I went into the patient room I thought, “Let’s hope for the best!” I thought this with a small, miserable, smile on my face.
“Well, this is just great,” I said sarcastically to my mom. The doctor had given me a doctor’s note for the rest of the week, including the field trip. I was feeling horrible, I didn’t want to write a enormous, lengthy essay AND not go see the museum. And, to top it all off, I had strep throat to deal with. This, and worrying too much made me sick to my stomach. My mom just brightly smiles and says, “At least you get to miss the rest of the week, right?” Well, she did prove one point. The rest of the week I keep feeling sick to my stomach, because of illness and how worried I was.
Finally, the day before the field trip, my mother had had enough of my worrying, I guess. She called up the school and asked them, “Does Sierra have to do this essay, or was it just to get the point across?” “She is really worried.” Caroline told my mother that she would ask Mr. Walters.Then, apparently, I didn’t have to do an essay. I think that Mr. Walters was just saying that to get the point across that, if you don't get your grades up your, a) going to miss Mr. Walter’s planned trip and b) have to write a long essay.
After the field trip, I missed a few more days of school, but eventually got better. When I got back I saw that a couple other people missed the field trip as well. As I was sick for those days, I thought a lot. Me, being worried about everything only worsened how I felt. If I had taken better care of myself, maybe I might have gotten to go on the field trip. I was so worried about that little essay, I made myself even more sick then I was before. So, next time you have something exciting coming up be sure to take care of yourself, and don’t worry about little things, especially for class field trips.