Beatrice Woodruff

My Name

By Bea Woodruff
Charlotte Central School, Grade 5

There I was, upstairs in my playroom, sweating like crazy. It felt like a volcano was erupting inside of me, a volcano of frustration!

Learning to write my name was one of the hardest things I’d ever done, probably in my whole entire life. It didn’t make sense, “silent-e”, letter formation. I thought the whole thing hogwash! I was absolutely sure that I couldn’t do it!

“Come on, Bea!” I urged myself on. I made a “B.” One down two to go! “Yes, Bea you did it!” I congratulated myself. I was proud, probably as proud as a fox with its prey.
Then I forgot what came next. Fierce tears burned and glittered in my eyes, like boiling water.
I finally crossed out the “B” then, wholeheartedly I wrote another “B,” then an “e.” “Go Bea!” I cheered.