OK teach, it's cool that you're hot and all.

OK teach, it's cool that you're hot and all. Cute too. But do you really have to wear *that* shirt with *those* shorts. And pigtails? Come on! I'm trying to make grades here.

The world must be against me or something. Why else would they put a beautiful graduate teacher in a class of 17 year olds with raging hormones? Breasts! Homework? Oh, no she's loo

king at the giant zit on my face. It's huge. It's like a waxy red mount Fuji (snowcapped) and right on the bridge of my nose. She is such a hot teacher. How can I hide this

pustule from her? I bend down, like I'm tying my shoe lace, and squeeze the spot. I hear a noise, turn my head and... squirt pus over my hot teacher's smooth calf.

At first my hot teacher doesn't notice how good my aim was and fails to see the dripping, gooey strands of pus. Should I say anything? I wouldn't want pus dribbling down MY leg...

I cleared my throat & raised my hand. "Ms. Scheidley? Excuse me, but I thought you should know that you have pus running down your leg." Her beautiful jewel-like eyes pinned me.

dinosaur walked in, ranting about fruits and veggies. "I prefer DunkAroos," I said. Gasps, gasps everywhere. "To The Chokey with you, heathen," said Principal Barney. Ms. Scheidley

grabbed a ruler and beat that disgustingly purple dinosaur, Barney, all up and down his tail. Then she turned to Principal Barney and said, "You both have the same name!"

The purple dinosaur had an agenda. That agenda was cold bloded murder. Principal Barney was eaten alive. Purple Barney became the new principal: spreading love for better or worse.