Public Speaking Future

Hard to believe that when our boy was just a little lad, he did NOT want to have anything to do with the Childrens Christmas Musical at church. He was that little kid up there hiding behind his hands not wanting anyone to look at him.
Fast forward to First Grade. Something came alive in him. That would be the first year ( of many to come) for the annual Speech Meet at Coastal Christian School. Every March, Bubba takes on both a bible verse selection and a poem to give before 3 judges and a silent audience of parents and friends. Each year he throws on the charm and wins over the judges with his exceptional speaking ability. This year was no exception. His teacher this year promised him that if he won the poetry division that Bubba could do his poem in his best "hill billy accent" (once you read the poem, you'll understand why!)
So....here's to performing your poem, Hillbilly Style! Way to go BUBBA!!

The winning poem:

Castor Oil
I don't mind lickin's, now an' then,
An' I can even stand it when
My mother calls me in from play
To run some errand right away.

There's things 'bout bein' just a boy
That ain't all happiness an' joy,
But I suppose I've got to stand
My share o' trouble in this land,
An' I ain't kickin' much--but, say,
The worst of parents is that they
Don't realize just how they spoil
A feller's life with castor oil.

Of all the awful stuff, Gee Whiz!
That is the very worst there is.
An' every time if I complain,
Or say I've got a little pain,
There's nothing else that they can think'
Cept castor oil for me to drink.

I notice, though, when Pa is ill,
That he gets fixed up with a pill,
An' Pa don't handle Mother rough
An' make her swallow nasty stuff;
But when I've got a little ache,
It's castor oil I've got to take.

I don't mind goin' up to bed
Afore I get the chapter read;
I don't mind being scolded, too,
For lots of things I didn't do;
But, Gee! I hate it when they say,
"Come! Swallow this--an' right away!"

Let poets sing about the joy
It is to be a little boy,
I'll tell the truth about my case:
The poets here can have my place,
An' I will take their life of-toil
If they will take my castor oil.

A Trip down memory lane~

1st Grade


2nd Grade
My ALL time favorite
"Missing" by A.A. Milne


3rd Grade


4th Grade


5th Grade


6th Grade: picture coming soon!