Mrs. Powell, (sobbing) don't send home that note. You are crushing my dreams. (sobbing) If I have to get that note signed (sobbing) it will LITERALLY crush my dreams.
SHUT UP, Mrs. Powell! Stop saying that it is time for lunch. I have 2 more minutes. You are LYING.
I seriously can't do any work today. See this (miniscule) cut on my fingertip? It's killing me. Can I go get an icepack or just go home?
Why is there a police car in front of school? Are they coming to take me to jail? Can I hide?
Read this sentence for me. (Today I went to the bake sale.) Today I .....w....w...waterslided...to O.M.G. Mrs. Powell. I just read the word WATERSLIDED! I am SUCH a good reader! WOW.
Don't lie to me. I know your mom didn't sign this note. Yes, she did. I promise. Your mom does not write her name as a wavy line. She uses letters to make her name. Tell me the truth. Did she write this? No. Thank you for being honest. Now who signed that? My dad, he can't spell.
What's the setting of this story? Friends. Do you remember what setting means? Yeah, it's where it happened. Right, so where did this happen? Friends. It happened at 'friends'? No, Mrs. Powell, that doesn't make sense. You're silly. Okay, so WHERE did this story happen? Friends.
I promise I didn't steal your marker. Sometimes things just end up in my pocket. It's like my hands put them there without asking my brain.
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As I always say, it takes a special person to be a teacher! I know I couldn't do it...God bless you!!
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