My mother is moving, and, like many people who have lived in one home for over 20 years, she has boxes and boxes of memories to sort through. On Friday, she handed me a small manila envelope and said, "I thought you might like to take a look at these." It turned out to be an unintended time capsule of my 3rd grade year.

First, there was my award for perfect attendance...

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...third year in a row, by the way.

Then, of course, my award for penmanship...

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...that's "handwriting" for you young whipper snappers.

A sappy Valentine I wrote to my mother...

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...yes it's spelled wrong. I was 8. It's adorably incorrect.

Here's proof I wasn't always terrible in math.

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But the piece de resistance of this trip through time was a comment on the bottom of my fall report card from Mrs. Blanz that seemed to predict the future:

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Stefani is a delight o have in my room. She has an extremely creative imagination. I still feel she should be an actress or perhaps an author - sorry, Stefani - not an archaeologist!

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