Gorbichoff

There comes a time in everyone's life where their mom tells them that it's getting time to get their old boxes out of the house where they once grew up. The other day, my mom casually alluded to this semi right of passage, so later that day I found myself rummaging through my old stuff to figure out what I might want to throw away. After deciding that my montrous valedictorian trophy, arrayed in gold, silver and red chords, would probably be a bit too obnoxious and Dwight Schrute-esk to addorn my NMSI desk with, I started looking through old school notebooks, and found a good read in my fifth grade journal. Here is my favorite entry, the words of which I have left in their original miss-spelled splendor. All I can say is, what normal eleven-year-old thinks this way?

Journal Entry
3-19-91

Dear Mr. Clements,
Poff! A genie appears and says, "Your wish is my comand." At first I don't know what to say, but then I decide to see if this is real or am I just dreaming. So I say make me invisible. Poff but nothing happened. I asoom that it's all a joke so I take my chemistry set to the living room. "Ahh!" screams my mom, "Angela's chemistry set it floating in mid air!" so I reliese t hat I really am invisible. I go to my room, then the genie reapears and says, "Your wish is my comand." So I say, "I want to go to Russia." Poff! I look around and I find myself in Gorbichoffs house. I hear them plotting to attack the U.S.! So I tell the genie to get me to Washington D.C. and to make me visible. Poff! I'm right outside the presidents ofice. I knock and he lets me in. I tell him about Russia's plan, so he gets all the troops ready and Russia is completly suprized and we defeat them.

Angela Nelson