Educational Autobiography: The Brown Crayon
Student Exemplar 1
Educational Autobiography
The Brown Crayon
For some reason, I reached across the table and picked up a brown Crayola crayon. The crayon itself was of little use, being unpointed on the end, but still entirely full length. The first thing I did, of course, was peel off the crisp paper that wrapped around it. I felt the smooth and bare surface of the crayon with the pad of my thumb while I thought to myself, “Woah, it reminds me of a really really big Tootsie Roll!” I was instantly full of fascination, spinning the crayon round and round in my fingers as my mouth began to water. “Hmm, I wonder what it tastes like…” It looked like chocolatey goodness, and as a five-year-old, I couldn’t resist.
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Anderson said scoldingly.
I spent the rest of my school day trying to scramble up ways in which I would tell my mom and dad why I came home with a “red card”.
When I did get home, the first thing I did was pull that little slip out of my backpack. After handing it to my parents, I looked up at them with gleaming, pouty eyes; they told, on their own, that I had done something that I wasn’t supposed to. When my mom looked at the note on the card from Ms. Anderson about why she had given it to me, she immediately laughed, then proceeded to toss it into the recycling, “No worries sweetie, you didn’t do anything wrong. Was it tasty at least?”
She understood that it was one-hundred percent the pure innocence of a child.
Now looking back, I see how five-year-old me being curious about something as simple as a crayon is something I need to remember throughout my life. Because I’ve noticed over the past couple years that it isn’t easy for me to find things that I’m really curious about anymore. So now I will work hard to remember to bring out the inner kid in me as often as possible, and I’ll ask the one question that will really give me answer which I can passionately find on my
Educational Autobiography
The Brown Crayon
For some reason, I reached across the table and picked up a brown Crayola crayon. The crayon itself was of little use, being unpointed on the end, but still entirely full length. The first thing I did, of course, was peel off the crisp paper that wrapped around it. I felt the smooth and bare surface of the crayon with the pad of my thumb while I thought to myself, “Woah, it reminds me of a really really big Tootsie Roll!” I was instantly full of fascination, spinning the crayon round and round in my fingers as my mouth began to water. “Hmm, I wonder what it tastes like…” It looked like chocolatey goodness, and as a five-year-old, I couldn’t resist.
The first bite was full of …show more content…
Anderson said scoldingly.
I spent the rest of my school day trying to scramble up ways in which I would tell my mom and dad why I came home with a “red card”.
When I did get home, the first thing I did was pull that little slip out of my backpack. After handing it to my parents, I looked up at them with gleaming, pouty eyes; they told, on their own, that I had done something that I wasn’t supposed to. When my mom looked at the note on the card from Ms. Anderson about why she had given it to me, she immediately laughed, then proceeded to toss it into the recycling, “No worries sweetie, you didn’t do anything wrong. Was it tasty at least?”
She understood that it was one-hundred percent the pure innocence of a child.
Now looking back, I see how five-year-old me being curious about something as simple as a crayon is something I need to remember throughout my life. Because I’ve noticed over the past couple years that it isn’t easy for me to find things that I’m really curious about anymore. So now I will work hard to remember to bring out the inner kid in me as often as possible, and I’ll ask the one question that will really give me answer which I can passionately find on my