10 - Powwow
The next three days passed in a blur. It was the second week of May with only two weeks until the end of the school year and our teachers were loading on the assignments. We had a major unit test in math and a frog dissection in science. First we practiced with a trial dissection online and then we did an actual dissection. Mine was a female frog and when I cut her open all these eggs fell out, I felt sad for that poor old dead frog. I also had an essay due in English class and a beadwork design to finish for culture class.
I’d rewritten my interview of John Ray’s grandma about four times before I turned it in to be graded. I wanted to stop after three but four is a sacred number in our culture. I went to Indian Lit class that Monday in the third week in May and tried to cove
