Late Pass:
Admit to class: 8:36 A.M.
Unexcused: Claims IRT stuck.
My Best Friend
My best friend is Miss Barrett, our English teacher. Although this is the first term I have met Miss Barrett, she is pretty, a good dresser, a good marker, and fair in her attitude. She is the type teacher every student likes. For the reasons above mentioned I choose Miss Barrett.
DEAR (SIR, MADAM)
I AM (PLEASED, SORRY) TO INFORM YOU THAT YOUR (SON'S, DAUGHTER'S ) WORK HAS SO FAR …
My best friend is a good book. I enjoy good books that are educational very much. Books help your grammer and spelling. Also increase your vocabulary. I am a great reader of books. My best favorite is 'Antony and Cleopatra' by Shakespear. In this book I like the part where the author tries to show love. Where Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton make love which I like. I like other good books too, mostly classical.
Memo: Return English as a Communications Art.
I have some best friends and also some worst friends but its hard to write down, its hard to explain what I really want to say about friends and others its hard to explain to anybody I often wisht I had a friend thats understanding. But its very hard.
Dear Dr. Clarke,
Since I began teaching, I have felt a lack of
Please admit bearer to class—
Detained by me for going Up the Down stair-
case and subsequent insolence.
My best friend
I believe my Mother to be my best friend because. She always listens to my troubles and trys to comfort me. She has been sacraficing all her life so I could be a credit to her and not a bum and all I did since born is cause her trouble by shooting pools and doing such things. I am apoligizing in this letter. Very truly yours.
Dear Dr. Clarke,
16. JJ’s Lament
INTRASCHOOL COMMUNICATION
FROM: Paul Barringer, Room 309
TO: Sylvia Barrett, Room 304
Sylvia!
Where did you disappear after dinner last night?
Was I that blotto?
Must be the latest rejection slip. The tone is not only polite but patronizing: Why don't I write of something familiar to me?
The school system is familiar to me.
Am I to write of kids sprawling in classrooms? Yawning in assembly? Pushing through the halls? (You know I never venture forth in hall traffic.)
Am I to write of teachers marking papers? Of McHabe's circulars? (You know I have a low boredom- threshold.)
The only thing I can do with him is give him a song to sing. I call it
The ceiling fell? The ink ran dry? A student dared to smile?
Of every new disaster
I prove myself the master
By sending out more circulars, more circulars to file!
A missing kid? A kissing kid? A paper on the floor?
For every major crisis
One remedy suffices:
More circulars, more circulars to put into a drawer!
I want him to star in the Faculty Show, but he has another commitment. I'd like to write him a splendid aria, entitled: 'It Has Come to my Attention That.'
Why do you refuse to be in the Show? You are wasting yourself in the classroom.
Why do you refuse? You are wasting yourself.
A girl who is patient like patient Griselda
Will find all she's getting is elder and elder.
Meet me for lunch?
Meet me at three?
Meet me this evening? I promise to stay sober.