I was fighting the sensation of the pecking. I tried my best, but I was so ticklish. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t handle it anymore,so my natural instinct of trying to escape was to hide. Hiding wasn’t the best idea because I ended up smashing my face on the blacktop. Thank God, I wore glasses, because in all honesty that’s what saved my face. Although I can’t say my glasses were saved. Instead of a broken nose I had broken glasses. Being pecked or tickled to the point of smashing your face wasn’t the most embarrassing part although it came close. The fun began, when recess was over. I had to walk into my math class and ask my teacher if I could sit in the front. I had to deal with her asking why I needed to sit and the front and she had to deal with fifth grade me telling her that I was tickled to the point of smashing my face into the blacktop. The embarrassment continues when I get the crazy idea to ask her if she had any superglue. Mrs Lyons was a sympathetic teacher, and she knew my glasses struggles. Although she politely answered no, she did offer to let me go ask the art teacher if she had any. I mean I did take that opportunity because one it got me out class for a
I was fighting the sensation of the pecking. I tried my best, but I was so ticklish. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t handle it anymore,so my natural instinct of trying to escape was to hide. Hiding wasn’t the best idea because I ended up smashing my face on the blacktop. Thank God, I wore glasses, because in all honesty that’s what saved my face. Although I can’t say my glasses were saved. Instead of a broken nose I had broken glasses. Being pecked or tickled to the point of smashing your face wasn’t the most embarrassing part although it came close. The fun began, when recess was over. I had to walk into my math class and ask my teacher if I could sit in the front. I had to deal with her asking why I needed to sit and the front and she had to deal with fifth grade me telling her that I was tickled to the point of smashing my face into the blacktop. The embarrassment continues when I get the crazy idea to ask her if she had any superglue. Mrs Lyons was a sympathetic teacher, and she knew my glasses struggles. Although she politely answered no, she did offer to let me go ask the art teacher if she had any. I mean I did take that opportunity because one it got me out class for a