Slice-of-Life Day Nine Entries: One Teacher…One Student

Shower in the Basement
by: Mrs. Proviano

What’s with grandparents and
Showers in the basement…
517 Roslyn Place had one
Dark, cold, musty with a rusty drain
I thought…
How could anyone shower in the basement?
But Pappy always did
Nestled in the corner
Across from the stationary tub
And washer and dryer was…
The shower in the basement
Living at 517 while in 3rd grade
I never dared to enter
The shower in the basement
Who wants to be nice and clean
Walking out onto cold concrete
And a musty smell?
Now, twenty-seven years later
Guess who’s showering in the basement?
Moving into my husband’s grandparent’s house
It’s the only shower
So if I want to be clean…
I have to shower in the basement!!

One Of 3
By: Lily A, 5th Grade Heritage

Since I can remember I’ve been one of three.
Joey, Nick, and me.
Joey 13, me 11, and Nick 9.
One of three kids jumping on the trampoline.
Drinking mom’s homemade iced tea by the gallon.
One of three that could watch TV forever
(but I don’t)
One of three who looks just like mom, freckles-brown hair and all.
One of three with the biggest, brightest blue eyes.
I’m the one cheering the loudest when my brothers are up to bat.
I’m the one who can shop for hours, just spending mom and dad’s money.
I’m the one that is usually left out, but that’s ok too because I hate to wrestle anyways.
I’m the one that could hang out with friends all day-  laughing and talking.
I’m the one who has to make everything a competition.
I’m the one, who always has to get the front seat, but sometimes Joey gets the front seat
and that’s ok too.
I’m the one that is a girl, middle child, and daddy’s girl (and sometimes mom’s)
And when it’s just the three of us,
it’s a different kind of three
and that’s ok too.