so once upon a time there was this girl that lived an an island all by herself and she couldnt go shopping or driving or flying or walking or on myspace or hang out with her friends because there wernet any stores or roads or planes or anywhere to walk to or people to hang out with and the internet company that she used blocked myspace.
and approximately 13 miles away there was a town that wasn't on an island and had plenty of stores and roads and planes and sidewalks and people aaand the internet companies didnt block myspace
so this girl decided that she was going to find a way to get over to that non island town, no matter what it took
so she asked her islander father to build her a boat that would take her the whole thirteen miles to the non island town, the one with the stores and roads and planes and sidewalks and people and internet companies that didn't block myspace
but her islander father couldn't understand why she would want to leave the empty island. the one without the roads and planes and sidewalks and people and had the internet company that blocked myspace
so the girl explained to her fahter that she needed roads and planes and stores and sidewalks and people and cars and internet companies that didn't block myspace
but her father just didn't understand
because he liked walking instead of driving
and got airsick in airplanes
and didnt need to walk on the sidewalk
and had animals instead of people
and was totally against using cars
and believed that his daughter shouldn't have myspace anyway.
so the girl had to remind her father that he was nearly fifty and already settling down, so he wasn't supposed to care for any of the stuff that a typical teenager would anyway, and could she please move to the nonisland town
and her dad got mad because he didn't like being old
but she got him not mad somehow anyway
and explained that if she went to the nonisland town
the one with the cars and stores and roads and people and sidewalks and planes and internet companies that didnt block myspace,
she could go to school
and build up her social skills
and get a job
and prove how responsible she was
so not only was the nonisland town just a place with cars and stores and sidewalks and roads and planes and people and internet companies that didnt block myspace,
now it was a nonisland town that had cars and roads and sidewalks nad planes and people and internet companies with myspace AND schools, opportunities for social growth, employment and the chance to prove responsibility
soo
her dad was still iffy about everything,
but now he actually had stuff to think about before he said no
because he didnt want his daughter to grow up stupid
without an education or any life skills
and she had proved to be rather adequate at the practically homeschooling
so the daughter took advantage of her doubt and convinced her dad that indeed she needed to go to the nonisland
the one with cars and roads and sidewalks nad planes and people and internet companies with myspace AND schools, opportunities for social growth, employment and the chance to prove responsibility
and so he let her
and she left
and went to school
and had friends
and had fun
and was responsible
and everything turned out fine
the end
5 comments:
thank you very good
Faith!!! This is HYSTERICAL. And not a very thinly veiled "symbol." You know, as your teacher, for like .05 percent of your day, I gotta say is there really like no education in the island town? Really? Not even like some drama education going on? *sniff*
Seriously though, this is great. I found myself laughing openly last night when it was read aloud in my living room and then laughing all over again when I read it today (in math class to myself). I even passed it along to another teacher-friend to read.
I love your creative expressions of your angst. It's so much more healthy then shutting down in tears. Not that there's anything wrong with that from time to time. :) Just saying...
Thanks for the read!
lol
Christina has said it all..even the part about not getting an education..sigh.
Great work!
What a fabulous post! Absolutely marvelous. I'm so glad that your .05-percent-teacher shared it with me. I certainly understand your pain, however if memory serves me correctly you will not be attending school at the island forever. So there is hope!
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