Today’s temperature was about 0˚Centygroid*. In Assembly we sang Mondays (choir practice) new jazzy hymn. In Handwriting we did a poem that went like this ‘Wherever that I chose to go, I cannot escape the falling snow’. We danced in Gym, we also had the apparatus out. In Science, Susan Schalloti† and I figured out the weather from 1925-1975. Jill came to play.
*Centigrade †?
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