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In any case, this dour parade of lettered folk don't inspire me to write, and I like to write. I even write for money. Or chickens. I am pretty sure they don't inspire high school kids to write.
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A couple look like they might be getting ready to have a good time. Vonnegut is wearing a modest smirk and Fitzgerald looks like he might have heard something funny, like someone told him he would be taped to a Las Vegas classroom wall one day.

But Emily Dickinson is almost certainly hiding a hickory switch behind the whiteboard and Willa Cather is about as warm as a catheter-wielding nurse.
Hurry up and write, kids, or Frost will come for you in your sleep.
Remember teachers, just because you get free posters from publishing houses doesn't mean you should put them up.
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