Dear Mrs. Westing….

Dear Mrs. Westing (and blog readers)….
Way back about 39 years ago, I was in your first grade class.  Remember me?  I was the girl that you gave a “U’ to for not using my time wisely.  Even though I was only in first grade, my mom explained to what a “U” on my report card was.  She said that the “U” meant I was not working as hard as I could and that sometimes I must be goofing off.  I felt horrible Mrs. Westing.  I thought you wouldn’t like me.  I decided then and there that I was going to change my ways….Just to show you what I do with my time now, I am enclosing a few pictures.

On my Wednesday my husband and I traveled to LaCrosse so he could go to a doctor appointment.  I brought with three work baskets.

First I ripped off the newspaper from my triangle string blocks.

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Then I pinned #4 strips to #5 strips for my Perkiomen Daydreams quilt.

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Then I pinned #3 strips….

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While I was waiting in the doctor’s office I cleaned my purse and tallied my receipts.

When hubby was shopping at a “guy” store, I walked one mile.  See Mrs. Westing….I have changed my ways.  I now use my time wisely.

Thanks for reading my letter and thanks for setting out good work habits for me to follow the rest of my life…

This is the truth.  My first grade teacher did give me a bad grade for not using my time wisely.  That has haunted me for years….now I make the most of time.  Before you go, make sure to check out the Quilt Square Quilt Along…I hope you join us!

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5 thoughts on “Dear Mrs. Westing….

  1. pat lewis

    Perhaps that’s why they have abolished the “U” grade in elementary school!!! Remember though, that there is nothing wrong with spending some quiet time just pondering even if it looks like you are not being “productive”!! It’s good for the soul!!

  2. Janet B

    Isn’t it amazing how things that happen to you when you are young shape your life? My grandparents raised tobacco and we started handing tobacco when we could count to 3 (3 leaves). It installed a strong work ethic in all the grandchildren. In high school, my freshman homeroom teach wrote that I was boy crazy. My cousin was in my homeroom class as we used to cut up all the time. I still find the humor in the comment from a football coach who saw me for 15 minutes a day.

  3. Vic in NH

    When I was actively pursuing consciousness-raising, I think that the most difficult affirmation for me to work with was learning to say, “I am enough.”
    I never felt good enough, fast enough, smart enough, or whatever!

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