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My Life In 6th Grade Writing: Hi I M Ella Stephens
My Life in 6th Grade Writing
Hi i’m Ella Stephens. I am in 6th grade and I enjoy writing because it is fun to write what you feel. The best thing that I wrote was probably when I wrote about the skeletal system. I think that because I really explained what the skeletal system is. When I was in 5th grade I had to write about what a point of view is. When I learn new things I listen to the teacher carefully. When I visualize the directions I am given I understand them better. It also helps to get my hands on what I am doing. When someone is giving me instructions I like to sit back and listen.
What makes me tick is when I misspell a bunch of words or when I press space and it doesn't make the space. When I wake up in the morning
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