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This one isn’t from my school, though heaven knows we would benefit from it…

We have been reading the book Johnny Tremain in class lately. For those of you who have never read it, it’s about a teenager living in Boston at the beginning of the Revolutionary War. One of my students was writing a newspaper article about a Tory family that was in trouble with the opposition. I reproduce it here in its original form:

“The Lyte’s left town yesterday. Apperntly the wigs were after the Lyte’s for supporting the British.”

Somehow the thought of being savaged by a mob of hair-pieces must have frightened them.

The other day I looked up from the papers I was grading to see one of my students (who doesn’t get the best grades) sitting in a seat that didn’t belong to him, talking to another student (who also doesn’t do very well).
“K,” I said, “What are you doing?”
“Oh,” he said, “I’m explaining to him how to fail.”

The other day I looked up from the papers I was grading to see one of my students (who doesn’t get the best grades) sitting in a seat that didn’t belong to him, talking to another student (who also doesn’t do very well).
“K,” I said, “What are you doing?”
“Oh,” he said, “I’m explaining to him how to fail.”