Chapter 12: The Skeleton Is My Anger: I Want it to Go Away

Ms. O came up to me and said that she wanted me to do an art project with a famous art teacher. I am smiling as I am writing this. I am feeling happy. I am happy I did this with her and people really liked it. I am proud of myself. I can’t think of time I was proud of myself. It feels good to be proud. When I came to work on my chapter, I ran out of my seat. I was smiling. I did a jump in the air. I was so happy. The last time I did anything like that was when I was playing basketball with this one dude. I was playing here. I beat him and he was taller than me. I didn’t think I was going to win, but I did. When I think about doing this art, I think I won again. It takes effort and skills. I had that for this work. I needed to have this for this work. I would like to tell myself, “You had good effort.” I also want to say the first word starts with a “G” and the second word starts with an “L.” I say something to myself every morning when I wake up. I say it out loud every morning, but I was nervous to say what say to myself. So, I spelled it out for Miss Christa in the air. She had me go slow, because she is old. I smiled. I spelled it out for her very slowly. I spelled a “G,” and then an “O” and then another “O” and then a “D.” And then I smiled again. I started spelling in the air “L” and then an “O” and then another “O” and then a “K” and then an “I” and then an “N” and finally, a “G.” Miss Christa smiled. That’s what I tell myself every day in the mirror. I feel happy when I do that.