This story is about a little boy named "Jerm-y".
Jermy was a happy little boy, who enjoyed all the great things life had to offer. He loved to play games of all kinds, whether it was pretending to be a race car driver (vroom vroom!) or a WWII soldier (bang bang!), he just loved playing his games. He also loved to read the news, go shopping for silly stuff he didn't need, and spending time with his bestest friend in the whole wide world--Jess.
However, there was one thing Jermy detested more than anything in the world, including brussel sprouts! And that was.... school. (random chick in pic)
Jermy HATED school. Absolutely abhored it. He disliked it so much, he would let his alarm go off at least 3 times before finally getting out of bed to get ready for school. By then, though, school had already started, and he would be late. His teachers would start calling him, sending him notes, saying stuff like, "Jermy, you either do it our way or it's the highway! We know what you need to do to be successful at school! So you'd better do it! And everytime you do something school related, you need to write it down. So every book from the library you read, or every letter a classmate sends you, or everytime you play telephone during recess, you need to write it down! If you don't, you'll be expelled and you won't get anything but 'F's on your report card!"
Most of those comments were made from the Vice Principal. You remember those, right? They're not the Principal, but they think they are, and even though most of them have no, say, English teaching skills, or Math teaching skills experience of their own, they still tell the teachers how to teach, and the students how to be students, and blah blah blah. This guy was a big meany. They used to call him, "The Bear". And when the Bear was hungry, you'd better make sure you had all your homework done, and crossed your t's, dotted your i's, otherwise it was "Chomp chomp, gobble gobble!" for you! Your only hope was to occasionally throw him a big fat juicy steak to occupy his time so you would have a running start. A+ tests were good for that, sometimes even just having a weeks worth of completed homework would do it.
Sometimes, though, no matter how many steaks you threw it, he'd still keep coming... And that's what happened to Jermy after he started showing up to school late...
As Jermy walked into his classroom, he fell silent and started to shiver as he heard his name over the loudspeaker, "Jermy! Report to the Bear's office, NOW!" Jermy put down his books, hung his head, and proceeded to walk to the Bear's office, as his classmates looked on him with sadness... They knew what was coming, and they were SO glad they had already arranged to be transferred to another school. Jermy was the only one left, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't get out.
Several hours later....
Jermy emerged from the Bear's office, still hanging his head, but with a spark of rage in his eye. "I've been at this school longer than this stupid Bear," he thought, "I know how to do my homework better than he does! When was the last time he had to do my work?? All he knows how to do is be stupid and mean! He's Mr. "I know everything because I'm the Vice Principal and if you don't do what I tell you to, it's the road for you, kid. RARRRR!"
As he walked home from school thinking about the crappy day he's had (and he's had crappy days at school before, lemme tell ya!), all he could do was hope and pray a transfer was out there somewhere... "There's gotta be something else out there! Why can't I find it?!"
When he got home, Jess was there, and just gave him a big hug, made him a mud pie, and told him, "It'll be okay... he's just a big stupid bear. Just play along for now... someday you'll be able to transfer!" More than anything, though, Jermy just wanted to be homeschooled, like Jess. But he would take the fun and games they shared together in the mean time.
So what happens to Jermy? The Bear? Will he ever get to transfer to another school??? Find out later... like, when it actually happens. :-)
Jermy was a happy little boy, who enjoyed all the great things life had to offer. He loved to play games of all kinds, whether it was pretending to be a race car driver (vroom vroom!) or a WWII soldier (bang bang!), he just loved playing his games. He also loved to read the news, go shopping for silly stuff he didn't need, and spending time with his bestest friend in the whole wide world--Jess.
However, there was one thing Jermy detested more than anything in the world, including brussel sprouts! And that was.... school. (random chick in pic)
Jermy HATED school. Absolutely abhored it. He disliked it so much, he would let his alarm go off at least 3 times before finally getting out of bed to get ready for school. By then, though, school had already started, and he would be late. His teachers would start calling him, sending him notes, saying stuff like, "Jermy, you either do it our way or it's the highway! We know what you need to do to be successful at school! So you'd better do it! And everytime you do something school related, you need to write it down. So every book from the library you read, or every letter a classmate sends you, or everytime you play telephone during recess, you need to write it down! If you don't, you'll be expelled and you won't get anything but 'F's on your report card!"
Most of those comments were made from the Vice Principal. You remember those, right? They're not the Principal, but they think they are, and even though most of them have no, say, English teaching skills, or Math teaching skills experience of their own, they still tell the teachers how to teach, and the students how to be students, and blah blah blah. This guy was a big meany. They used to call him, "The Bear". And when the Bear was hungry, you'd better make sure you had all your homework done, and crossed your t's, dotted your i's, otherwise it was "Chomp chomp, gobble gobble!" for you! Your only hope was to occasionally throw him a big fat juicy steak to occupy his time so you would have a running start. A+ tests were good for that, sometimes even just having a weeks worth of completed homework would do it.
Sometimes, though, no matter how many steaks you threw it, he'd still keep coming... And that's what happened to Jermy after he started showing up to school late...
As Jermy walked into his classroom, he fell silent and started to shiver as he heard his name over the loudspeaker, "Jermy! Report to the Bear's office, NOW!" Jermy put down his books, hung his head, and proceeded to walk to the Bear's office, as his classmates looked on him with sadness... They knew what was coming, and they were SO glad they had already arranged to be transferred to another school. Jermy was the only one left, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't get out.
Several hours later....
Jermy emerged from the Bear's office, still hanging his head, but with a spark of rage in his eye. "I've been at this school longer than this stupid Bear," he thought, "I know how to do my homework better than he does! When was the last time he had to do my work?? All he knows how to do is be stupid and mean! He's Mr. "I know everything because I'm the Vice Principal and if you don't do what I tell you to, it's the road for you, kid. RARRRR!"
As he walked home from school thinking about the crappy day he's had (and he's had crappy days at school before, lemme tell ya!), all he could do was hope and pray a transfer was out there somewhere... "There's gotta be something else out there! Why can't I find it?!"
When he got home, Jess was there, and just gave him a big hug, made him a mud pie, and told him, "It'll be okay... he's just a big stupid bear. Just play along for now... someday you'll be able to transfer!" More than anything, though, Jermy just wanted to be homeschooled, like Jess. But he would take the fun and games they shared together in the mean time.
So what happens to Jermy? The Bear? Will he ever get to transfer to another school??? Find out later... like, when it actually happens. :-)
That is probably the MOST creative 'whine/bi***' blog I've ever seen!! I'm impressed!!
ReplyDelete