(In November, the teacher, Diane Beaver, writes in several places of Sam’s journal that he’s coming up with the sentences all on his own.)
October 25, 1995
Under my bed there are boys.
November 7, 1995
It wasn’t my fault when I flipped my pencil across the room.
November 17, 1995
I’m so thankful for my special friends. They help me play toys.