Endless adventures and subterfuges avoiding detection.
And now a student poem that is less sad and more plagiarized/latently sexual:
“Sweet Chair O’ Mine” by Isaac
With your leather so torn
And your squeakiness unleashed
It’s as if I was born
To sit in your seat.
Sweet Chair O’ Mine
Do not listen to Chad
He hates your chimes
And the time you made him mad.
With your sign so clear
And your colors so sleek
My autograph up here
You’re on standby week by week.
You wait for me, Sweet Chair O’ Mine
Now let’s do this one more time.
There is a story behind everyone. This story has many stories that makes one all together. I used to think that everyone was a story but the truth is that they, themselves are not the story. What they did in the past, what they will do, is the story…even for me. My story is hidden somewhere deep inside of me. Where I want to be and where I want it to stay. So sometimes you have a choice of where you want your story to be. But just remember to keep it hidden and do not get caught.
“Arthur’s Medieval Protection Services”
This semester I completed a science project based on the periodic table of the elements. This project, named “Periodic Table of the Elements” consists of a periodic table of the elements, information on the periodic table of the elements, and bullet points containing info and answers to the standards relating to the periodic table of the elements.
— bitter student
Found on my desk first thing this morning.
Her purple, victorian-sized wings sparkle in the moonlight.
— from a student’s short story. I welcome your explanations of how big “victorian-sized” is
A brainstorming poster at school. This section is for outstanding questions.
“Can we get eggnog?”
A student-made list of my alleged nicknames. “Chizzle Chad van Schloopen Stein” is a popular one today.
