I attended my son's high school parent orientation tonight. I was required to follow his schedule in fifteen minute intervals and listen to all of his teachers tell me about their classes. It was very informative. Although I went to the same high school, he has none of the teachers I had. All of the teachers I had are dead. Their bodies are still in the lockers I stuffed them into.
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I don't mean to be a bother, but can you please reach around the dead teacher in my locker and get my Leif Garrett poster? Thanks.
You dangled a preposition.
I'll be on the alert for any parents who introduce themselves as "Moist" at parent orientation tonight ...
(and Wise Word Verification informs me that "jd r xfyed"! Wow, is THAT what happened to him?!
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