Being a young child in second grade, I loved to play with toys, squishy objects and anything for my little hands to fidget with. This was my favorite thing to do was play with these types of toys. I didn't have that many but wanted more of them.
During the fall, the Scholastic book fair was at my Mambrino elementary school and everyone was excited about it. Especially me. The book fair only lasts for a week and had many books but more importantly in my 7-year-old brain, had toys to buy and play around with.
Too bad I didn't have any money on hand during the first trip to the book fair in the library. It frustrated me to know others in the class group had the exhilarating amount of $5 that I didn't have.
The elementary school's library with …show more content…
The students were being talked to by the teacher of what to do, what not to do, and what was for sale in the library’s Scholastic book fair. I was busy zoning out for the explanation as I was distracted by the objects displayed to be bought. An idea struck me as I scanned around where I sat. My “brilliant” idea, according to my little second grader mind at the time, was just me stealing one of the …show more content…
My second “best” idea was just to grab some of a toy’s novelty slime and cram the goo in my pant’s pocket. Most of the toys had no protection plastic seals to defend them from the grubby hands of the small second graders.
Mainly mine. I thought I was being sneaky while scooping out the sticky slime from its small container. I did what any dumb child would do in the situation. I just clinched the green fake goo tightly between my tiny thieving hands and kept my hands together. The class continues to look around of what was being sold as I around as well. Trying to pretend as if I was thinking of buying a book or a toy even though I have what I wanted in my hands. This repetition of staring at objects for sale continued until it was time to leave as a class. I grew anxious as we went towards the mighty exit and to my relief, my stolen goo wasn't noticed by staff. I held the slime close to me but near my side of my right leg. I only did this to not raise much suspicion of my stolen part of a toy. I arrived back to class with the rest of the other children as we made her way to the middle of the carpeted floor. We stared at our teacher, some blankly and some actually paying attention. Near the chalkboard, the teacher started with her lesson of what was most likely
During the fall, the Scholastic book fair was at my Mambrino elementary school and everyone was excited about it. Especially me. The book fair only lasts for a week and had many books but more importantly in my 7-year-old brain, had toys to buy and play around with.
Too bad I didn't have any money on hand during the first trip to the book fair in the library. It frustrated me to know others in the class group had the exhilarating amount of $5 that I didn't have.
The elementary school's library with …show more content…
The students were being talked to by the teacher of what to do, what not to do, and what was for sale in the library’s Scholastic book fair. I was busy zoning out for the explanation as I was distracted by the objects displayed to be bought. An idea struck me as I scanned around where I sat. My “brilliant” idea, according to my little second grader mind at the time, was just me stealing one of the …show more content…
My second “best” idea was just to grab some of a toy’s novelty slime and cram the goo in my pant’s pocket. Most of the toys had no protection plastic seals to defend them from the grubby hands of the small second graders.
Mainly mine. I thought I was being sneaky while scooping out the sticky slime from its small container. I did what any dumb child would do in the situation. I just clinched the green fake goo tightly between my tiny thieving hands and kept my hands together. The class continues to look around of what was being sold as I around as well. Trying to pretend as if I was thinking of buying a book or a toy even though I have what I wanted in my hands. This repetition of staring at objects for sale continued until it was time to leave as a class. I grew anxious as we went towards the mighty exit and to my relief, my stolen goo wasn't noticed by staff. I held the slime close to me but near my side of my right leg. I only did this to not raise much suspicion of my stolen part of a toy. I arrived back to class with the rest of the other children as we made her way to the middle of the carpeted floor. We stared at our teacher, some blankly and some actually paying attention. Near the chalkboard, the teacher started with her lesson of what was most likely