Bobby Zimmerman, come to the front of the class.



Bobby Zimmerman, come to the front of the class. The assignment in today's English class
was to write an essay on "Five Things I Did Over Summer Vacation." Instead of doing the assignment, you wrote three poems, one with 37 stanzas. Here -- let me read from one --

"Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow"

  What sort of nonsense is this? You will never win a Nobel Prize for Literature, I tell you, and
right now you're getting a failing grade in my English class.  Now, return to your seat.
    
    What's that you said? "My boogers are blowin' in the wind?"

     That's it. Detention for you. Stay after school and I will be calling your mother and the Nobel
Prize Committee. Don't think twice, it's alright.



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