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« Thread Started on May 24, 2009, 12:17pm » | ![[Quote]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
THE BELL BELL'D
"Oh my goodness!"
A Junior student walked in, carrying a tray of cranberry-nut muffins. Mr. M stared, then quickly stole one from under her nose, plucking it on his desk next to the many knick-knacks he aquired over the year. Eyes boggling, he stared at the class, who chattered with each other, not paying attention.
"Alright. Um."
Folding open a book, only half the class went silent. It was primarily the females who kept talking.
Time for an assignment!
"So, because all of you have picked out your book for your report, it will be due--ehm--this...Thursday."
Several complaints were thrown across the room in his direction. He quickly turned his head, and loudly began reading the first page of the book.
"The Life of...Pi," he said, frowning a little. Adding as an afterthought, he said to a student in the front,
"They spelled Pie wrong--would you look at that? There's no E!"
The student smiled, a little nervous.
"Mr. M, I think they mean--"
"What kind of pie do you like? I love...apple. Or peach, peach is so yummy, but only in the summer."
The student sat quietly, blushing a little from the forwardness that was Mr. M.
"Ehm, anyway, for the report, you must--write an essay."
His eyes boggled, as he snapped the book shut.
"Essays are not like other forms of writing. They are so...formal, and not like something you would do if you texted someone."
Way to state the obvious. Unfortunately, some people would not catch that, since they were...well, texting! Shame, but...oh well!
He took the muffin from his desk, scarfing it down, a little bit of crumb caught in his goatee. His hooves daintily padded against the carpet in the classroom as he paced, most of the students unknowing of his assignment.
Oh my goodness! The muffin--DELICIOUS!
"Your book has to be as old as ten years since publication, or you will be..."
His voiced dropped lower, and he looked into the direction of the left side of the classroom.
"...severely...punished."
Such deliciousness! Who--who MAKES these?
Rings ring! Bells bell, see?
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