Stevie's Inappropriate Assignment
Stevie Lake sat at her desk in the back of her English class tapping her pencil wildly as she tried to listen to what her teacher, Miss Thomas, was saying.
"Now class, I know that today is the last day of school for two whole weeks. I'm sure every one of us is very excited about the holidays, but we still need to focus on our school work."
Stevie wondered how she was supposed to focus. All she could think about was the jumping competition in three days. She and Belle ha been practicing hard for weeks. They had a good chance at winning
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" Before the day is over, I want each of you to write a letter to one of the founding fathers that we have been studding. It should be at least two pages long with 1" margins. The completed paper must be turned in to this basket next to the pencil sharpener when you have finished. Let's get started. "
How dare she give the class a writing assignment the day before they were to leave for the holidays. Stevie had no idea what to write about. The founding fathers? Wait? George Washington was one of the founding fathers. She could write about him Oh, yes. She could write about him, and the way he neglected his beautiful horse by leaving her for dead on the battle field. That's what she would do. Stevie picked up her pencil, and began to write.
After all the completed papers had been turned in that afternoon, Miss Thomas sat about grading while the students watched a film strip on townships. When she got to Stevie's paper, Miss Thomas frowned.
It read:
Dear George Washington,
I'm glad you chopped down that cherry tree. Because if you were really paying an ounce of attention to anything other than yourself, you would have noticed that when you yelled, "Timber!" that the tree was falling in the opposite direction it was supposed to be.
"I'm glad that big old tree hit you in the head when it toppled over, and knocked out all your fake, wooden teeth. You deserved it after the way you a banded your horse on the battle field.
How could you. You can always trust your horse. They are loyal to a fault, and the most loving companions.
I would never do that to my horse, Belle I love her, and we have a good chance at winning the jumping contest. To bad I can not say the same for you.
Your not so favorite fan,
Stevie Lake.
Miss Thomas shook her head and sighed heavily. Stevie was a bright student, but her attitude, and thoughts on certain subject matter, were just not quite the same as most of the other students.
"Stevie," she called.
"Yes, Miss Thomas?"
"Please come to my desk. I think we need to discus a certain inappropriate assignment that you just turned into to me."