Snarky it may have been, but I have always had an easier time reading things that are properly formatted and punctuated and broken into paragraphs rather than one block of text. Take a look at caligirl's original posting and then how I reformatted it:
Originally Posted by
caligirl510
I'm 13 and on my way to 8th grade this story was from 6th grade. I was on a camping trip with my class during the spring time and my class were all grouped into different cars and I had to switch cars and ended up with people I never talk to so I was upset and acted all mean and stupid but then I realized that I had a lot incommon with these people and everything was going perfect I was having fun, I was laughing, and it was all perfect and then....dun dun dunnnnnn. Before I say what happened let me tell you the seating. It was a standard van 2 front row seats 2 middle row seats and 3 in the back I was sitting in the middle in the back. We just started a conversation about something random and then the girl in the left middle seat was pointing at the girl to her right yelling "she's turning green" repeatedly and then the chaperone pulled over the sick girl jumped out and ran off into the empty field and...you know...meanwhile in the van I had a panic attack I had my legs pulled up to my chest and I started crying I tried to explain to them why I was crying and surprisingly they took it well they tried to calm me down and everything it was very nice of them especially because I was in a clique and on that same trip they dumped me and I wound up riding back with the same people. No one got sick this time. Thank god. I wish I could back to that day so much even though someone got sick I had a lot of fun with that group. Sadly I only became good friends with one of them the rest I only talk to ocassionally. Well that was my little story.
I'm 13 and on my way to 8th grade.This story was from 6th grade. I was on a camping trip with my class during springtime and my class was grouped into different cars.I had to switch cars and ended up with people I never talk to. I was upset and acted all mean and stupid, but then I realized that I had a lot in common with these people and everything was going perfect. I was having fun, I was laughing, and it was all perfect and then...
Before I say what happened, let me tell you the seating. It was a standard van: 2 front row seats, 2 middle row seats, and 3 in the back. I was sitting in the middle in the back. We had just started a conversation about something random and then the girl in the left middle seat was pointing at the girl to her right yelling "she's turning green" repeatedly. Then the chaperone pulled over, the sick girl jumped out and ran off into the empty field and ... you know.
Meanwhile I had a panic attack. I had my legs pulled up to my chest and I started crying. I tried to explain to them why I was crying, and surprisingly, they took it well. They tried to calm me down and everything. It was very nice of them, especially because I was in a clique and on that same trip, they dumped me, and I wound up riding back with the same people. No one got sick this time. Thank God!
I wish I could go back to that day so much even though someone got sick. I had a lot of fun with that group. Sadly, I only became good friends with one of them; the rest I only talk to occasionally. Well, that was my little story.
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See what a difference that makes?
Doug
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