Well, tonight I went to a little shindig at the Parish Hall at St. Joe. In 4th grade my old teacher made a time capsule for his class. He made files of papers we'd written and a videotape of us reading poems. I got to see a lot of people from St. Joe whom I have not seen in years and years. It was great to see them again. I only wish that more people had been there and that it would have lasted for more than an hour, because I really wanted a chance to catch up with everyone, but most of them go to school together still, so they might not miss it as much.
My teacher when I did all of this was Mr. Sorg. He is one of my favorite all-time teachers because he always encouraged me to be different from everyone else. If you are going to BGSU this fall, he teaches there now and he is amazing. Also, ask him to sing a hymn because I remember that he sings in a deep baritone voice.

That was probably pretty hard to read. If you'd like to really read that I retyped it and kept all spelling and grammatical errors intact.
I was really into WCW when I was in elementary, but so were all of my friends. We each picked out wrestlers to pretend to be, and I was the Giant (he's the Big Show in WWE now).

I was really disappointed that I didn't write more in my letter to myself, however, the retarded bee thing was of great urgency. I have always been terrified of bees and that day there was a bee flying around me and my desk. The second the moment the bee got away from me, I leapt from my desk and ran out of the classroom. However, I must admit that this letter was definitely me in a nutshell.
By the way, if any of you have read any short stories or anything I have written, or even some of the things I say, you will notice that I write in the exact same way that I did in 4th grade. Not only in style, but also in handwriting. That is my exact same handwriting.
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