I've been reading a book about Roberto Clemente.  I enjoy reading about real people and am good about remembering what I have read.

My new spelling words.

 Somebody put a big wad of wet sticky bubble gum in my backpack... of course, it wasn't me.  It was a mess and got on my folders and books and several places in my backpack.

Barbara spent about 30 minutes putting an ice cube on my backpack to get tiny pieces of gum off of it and my books and folders.  I sort of thanked her after she reminded me.   Barbara is getting tired of my "couldn't care less" attitude.  Most of the time I'm a pretty respectful boy, but there are times that I am not.   It seems that I earn a consequence almost every day.