i remember the recorder....good times. in 5th grade my class had to learn these stupid songs on it.

i sing and play piano.

^oh
i'm only in sixth grade
until tueday
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i just noticed

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First to Post on page 9 wins, I love you little sister. :O

i love you big sister! :O

SAME HERE KRISTA!
i still have my recorder

my recorder sucks.

Mine's under my old textbooks somewhere. I think they're likke two or three under all that.

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*pats head*

Ohh. I suck at recorder. I got a C on my recorder test. I was better in 5th grade..

you had recorder tests?

Hello all.

hey jane!

Yeah, it was recquired by my choir teacher..

I never played the recorder before...

I have a tape recorder.

it's stupid. don't try it.

Yes I did too. We just had to play solo in front of the whole class with the music teacher seated, and watching you through her huge horned rim glasses, rubbing her ankles and twitching her pen like those batons the musical conductors wave. Whew! Boy that was an extremely long sentence.

So do I..and a camera too

my digital camera isn't really good.

Are there disposal digital cameras?

I love my digi.. sometimes. :D

i'm not sure


but mine sucks because every time i try to take a picture of something, it turns out too bright or too blurry. even when i adjust it.

My digi died on me one April day.

It was like all those other Aprils. A bit cool and sunny. Who knew I was going to lose my beloved digi? Oh no, no one knew! In fact, it was a last-minute decision made by my beloved parents. Oh yes my beloved parents!

That April day they were packing up to go travel, yessiree!

"Leave us at home for Spring Break, shall you?" My sister moaned.

My dear, 50-year old mother ignored her and kept piling her suitcase with clothes from gay ass stores such as Lord and Taylor, Banana Republic, and Ann Taylor.

After a good 10 minutes, "clothes suitcase" was finished with. My father placed it in the living room near the front door for their departure in the coming 7 hours. Now, my mother took out her hand-carry bag. In other words, the bag! It wasn't any heavy-lifting bag. No. It was the bag. What's so special about it? Well, the bag is the only bag that one passenger carries and puts all his/her (not necessarily) valuable "stuff".

And there she was, my digi. My rectangular, silver digi sitting on top of the coffee table, gleaming with it's pride! It was like it's saying, "Hello world! I'm a digi! I can take pictures AND delete them! HA! How kickass is that?!"

During its last seconds sitting on that table top, the sun embraced it with its golden shine. You would've adored the sight of that sight! A brand new digi recently bought in Christmas (that was, btw, 25% off).

Then, unexpectedly, shockingly, and most of all, horrifyingly!

My mother walked to the coffee table, the same table where my digi sat like a king of all electronics! Her aging and wrinkled arm reached out as her fingers grasped my beloved digi.

"MOM!" I yelled. It was a crucial moment! Everything was in slow-motion as my mother's cruel arm snatched that digi from the coffee table and put it in the bag.

And once it was out of the side, sitting in the dark void of the bag, time went back to its speed.

"MOM WTF?!"

My mother gave an expaserated sigh. "You don't need it."

The end.

Yes I was bored.

Oh I see. Hmm...thats just awful. I so love using my digital camera.

Yen, how.. dramatic. Haha.

I think there's a disposable digital camera from kodak? Correct me if I'm wrong.

what a nice story, yen. poor digi....

I read that to the very last full stop waiting for the moment the camera would fall. Where is the big finish I was waiting for? And what do I do with all the adrenaline thats raushing thru my veins about now? I think I'm seeing double. Lol

^ yeah, i thought it was going to fall too!

it was very suspenseful, yen.