My Name is Seepeetza by Shirley Sterling
Author:Shirley Sterling
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: JUV030090
Publisher: Groundwood Books
Published: 1992-11-01T00:00:00+00:00
Sunday, March 8, 1959 K.I.R.S.
AFTER lunch today Sister Theo took us for a walk out to the highway. We do that every Sunday. We line up two by two and walk to the highway and back, or down along the river. When we walked past the river Cookie told Sister that her rubbers were hurting her feet. She was really limping, but Sister just got mad at her and told her to get back in line. When we got back to the school Cookieâs feet were bleeding. The girls crowded around to have a look. She was trying not to cry but the tears were rolling down her cheeks. Sister took her to the first-aid room.
Poor Cookie. Last year when she was still a junior that mean Sister Adela who got sent away kicked her down the stairs. The junior girls were late for breakfast and Sister Adela went up to find out why. They were standing in line at the top of the stairs waiting for her to lead them, because thatâs the rule. Sister Adela got mad and started shoving and pushing the girls to make them hurry. Thatâs when she kicked Cookie. Lucky she fell on some girls who were running ahead of her.
I heard that Sister Adela got mad at the frogs too. Sometimes when itâs almost summer the frogs start singing really loud all night. Itâs because weâre next to the river and frogs like water. Anyway, Sister Adela couldnât get to sleep with all the frogs making such a ruckus. She came stomping out of her room, opened up one of the dorm windows and told the frogs to shut up. Of course they didnât. Thatâs when Sister Adela took off her shoes and threw them out the window at the frogs. She was screaming at them. A few days after that, Sister Superior came and told the junior girls that Sister Adela was going away and Sister Claire would take her place.
I like frogs myself. When they sing it makes me think of Loon Lake. My dad took us fishing there one Easter. We were all sitting around the campfire on stumps eating trout that Mum cooked on a frying pan. Suddenly Dorothy screamed and ran a few steps away from her seat. âWhat is it?â asked Mum. Dorothy pointed to a frog on the ground. Jimmy laughed and laughed at her for being afraid of a frog.
Later our truck got stuck in the mud. We had to stay overnight and it got really cold. We had one big quilt that me and my sisters and Benny cuddled up under, next to Mum. We made a mattress out of fir boughs. My dad made a big camp fire. He and Jimmy stayed near the fire all night, and they kept checking the fish net in the lake. Towards morning I got really cold so I went and joined them for awhile. They were talking about hunting.
âYou cold?â said Dad. I nodded. He gave me some coffee with lots of sugar and canned milk.
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