This special note has been saved since 1993, better known as, “The Year of the Martyr”. Kate got a stamp, more specifically a name stamp. This stamp wasn’t just used on special occasions, it was used regularly and was taken to school daily. In her defense, Kate says, “It saved time.” And that is debatable. Obviously, the girl was having a rough day “I probably felt picked on, unnoticed, Cody probably threw me over the couch again, or maybe he looked at me with that dirty mug of his, my friends probably couldn’t come out and play, maybe it was raining, Ronnie probably messed with the Lego setup, Seth was probably breaking his leg on his bike, Becca probably wanted me to play Barbies, it could have been a number of things. The point is, I was feeling a little neglected and I needed my family to know. So how could a scrawny, tie-dye wearin’, bowl cut sportin’, six-year-old girl get her family's attention? Thus entered the name stamp. And I think it worked.”
[Kate don't madder in this family. This family doesen't need me. Sighned Kate]
One ordinary day I was sitting in Mrs. Jorgensen’s 1st grade class diligently working on my studies (or my name stamp), when I looked up to see the principal (Mr. Glad) talking to Mrs. J. I thought nothing of it until they both looked at me and called me over. At first I thought I was in trouble, but then I knew better because I was perfect. Mr. Glad then told me that I had been chosen for student of the month (the most prestigious award Monte Vista Elementary school had to offer). While we were walking to the front office to get my picture taken and to receive a major award, I thought to myself how lucky that I decided to wear my favorite tie-dye shirt that day (after all I only wore it three or four times a week). Another lucky coincidence was that my loving brothers had convinced me to get a bowl cut over the summer. As to not look like such a dude (or Scott’s twin) my mom would curl it under (ensuring that I looked like a pumpkin pie hair-cutted freak) and slap a bow on the top. Man, I knew I looked good! And when I smiled my big gap-toothed smile, I did it with confidence in knowing that I was the best. And this picture proves it.