MEDICVET
02-28-2005, 09:29 PM
I am so friggin proud I could just burst! Seriously. My twelve year old son brought me a note from his 7th grade creative writing teacher,who was concerned about the language he used in an assignment. I just got off the phone with the teacher, and she finally agreed with me that since there was nothing in the assignment that said 'foul language not allowed'. The teacher said it should be a given, I said the assignment should have stated if there were boundaries. Frankly, I think that it shows a hell of a lot of talent! I finally convinced the wrinkled old prune of a teacher that she had truly been encouraging him for him to express himself so well, and that he would not turn in any assignments in the future with cuss words since he knew now not to. And she agreed that if it was a college creative writing class, she might have given him a 'B', or at the very least, not given him the F he got.
so the grade was changed to a 'C'. The assignment was to write a poem about Valentines Day. here is the poem:
Valentine's Day
Hearts, roses, kisses galore.
What the hell is all this shit for?
People get mushy and start acting queer.
It is definetly the most annoying day of the year.
The day needs to get the hell over with and pass.
Before I shove a dozen roses up cupids ass.
I'll spend the day so drunk I can not speak.
And I'll wear only black the rest of the week.
Guys act all sweet but it soon will fade.
For all they are trying to do is get laid.
The arros cupid shot me must not have hit.
Because I think love is a big crock of shit.
So here is my story, what else can I say?
Love bites ass....fuck Valentine's Day!
(I left the poem exactly as he wrote it, mispellings, grammatical errors and all)
My kid has seriously got some talent!
so the grade was changed to a 'C'. The assignment was to write a poem about Valentines Day. here is the poem:
Valentine's Day
Hearts, roses, kisses galore.
What the hell is all this shit for?
People get mushy and start acting queer.
It is definetly the most annoying day of the year.
The day needs to get the hell over with and pass.
Before I shove a dozen roses up cupids ass.
I'll spend the day so drunk I can not speak.
And I'll wear only black the rest of the week.
Guys act all sweet but it soon will fade.
For all they are trying to do is get laid.
The arros cupid shot me must not have hit.
Because I think love is a big crock of shit.
So here is my story, what else can I say?
Love bites ass....fuck Valentine's Day!
(I left the poem exactly as he wrote it, mispellings, grammatical errors and all)
My kid has seriously got some talent!