The Mystery of the Meanest Teacher

by Jordanne

(Note: I've been home for Thanksgiving this last week. I'm sorry for the lack of updates. Since some of you were probably worried all weekend trying to figure out the mystery of where I was, today's story is a mystery...apparently.)

(Also note: The capitalization is the author's.)

THERE WAS A BOARDING SCHOOL IN INDIA. THEY HAD THE MEANEST TEACHER EVER. HER NAME WAS MISS MADCOW. I WONDERED IF SHE WAS A MAD COW? IF THE STUDENTS STOMPED THEIR FEET, THEY HAD TO GO TO THE ATTIC WITH THE VENUS FLYTRAPS, LOCUSTS, ANTS, SNAKES AND WOLVES. IF THEY CHEWED GUM IN CLASS, SHE WOULD CUT THEIR HEADS OFF AND MAKE A GLOBE OUT OF IT. THE ATTENDANCE CHART WAS THEIR HEADS. THEY HAVE TO WRITE A STATE ON IT. IF THEY DON’T KNOW A STATE THEY HAVE TO WRITE A 500 WORD ESSAY.
IT IS NOW THE BEGINING OF THE YEAR. HERE I GO TO ROOM # 106. NOW THE BELL IS RINGING. .I’M WALKING IN THE DOOR.

“ARE YOU REALLY MISS MADCOW?”

“YES.”

“YOU LOOK BETTER THAN I THOUGHT YOU WOULD.”

“THANK YOU,” SAID MISS MADCOW.

WE NEVER HAD TO WRITE AN ESSAY OR DRAW A STATE ON OUR HEADS. NOTHING FROM THE FIRST PARAGRAPH EVER HAPPENED.

THE END