Credit goes to Mrs. U. for providing the material for this post.
Emily is one of my former students, now in 8th grade at my school. She's come a long way from the days of hating all her female special services teachers: blaming us for all her life's ills, coming in late to school daily just to avoid having to see us, telling us we are useless and horrible teachers. When you get past all that jazz, you discover a rather lovely young woman with a wonderful sense of humor and an affinity for cats.
This past week, in Mrs. U's English class, Emily had the task of writing a paragraph using the root words they were studying at the time. This is Emily's finished product. You're welcome in advance.
The best part of reading this was that, for the first 8 lines, I thought I was supposed to be something profound and heart-warming Emily had produced. When I got to line 9, I simply said, "Ahhhh." From Emily, who responded to my complimenting her beauty last week with, "Go on...", I would expect nothing less