Wednesday, January 29, 2003

As a teacher I am the recipient of many letters. Letters from old students, present students, and parents...

Dear Ms. J.,
Jane does not have her homework cause her puppy ate it.

The dog ate her homework? I have been waiting for this letter for the last six years. I have finally arrived as a teacher. Unfortunately short of cardiac arrest or death I accept no "I don't have my homework" excuses.

My personal favorite...
Ms. J.,
Could you please move Katie to another seat so she will not talk so much.

This letter always cracks me up. Just where do these people want me to move their child where their mouth won't follow? I just love my really, I do.

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