One Teacher's Wish

Once upon a time there was an enthusiastic English teacher who loved words and reading and writing and poetry and especially grammar. She looked around the great state of North Dakota, trying to decide where the best place to indoctrinate, oops, she meant inspire, her students to love words and reading and writing and poetry and especially grammar.

She searched from Bowman to Langdon, Beach to Fargo, and Williston to Wahpeton and finally decided that Hazen was the place to indoctrinate, er, she meant inspire, a love of words and reading and writing and poetry and especially grammar. She slaved, er, she meant worked diligently, creating lesson plans and assessments, correcting paper after paper, and taking on too many extracurriculars.

She realized that this teaching gig was a lot of work, but she loved it. She loved words and reading and writing and poetry and especially grammar and was quickly realizing that she loved her students as well. But one day, she was feeling especially burned out as some naughty, er, she meant challenging, boys were giving her a run for her money. So exasperated, she threw her hands in the air and queried to her empty classroom, "Why do I slave, er I mean work diligently, for all of my students when they don't all want to learn and they don't care that I grade their papers or that I put all this time into creating lesson plans. I wish that all my kids wanted to learn everything, that all my lessons were perfect and already prepared for me, and that papers and homework would correct themselves."

All of a sudden the lights flickered off and her ActivBoard whirred to life! "Your wish is my command." It said in a ridiculously soprano voice. And with that the teacher who loved words and reading and writing and poetry and especially grammar and now her students was sucked into the ActivBoard and was never seen again for she no longer had a job to do and was not needed in her classroom.