When I was in the seventh grade, our English teacher had us work on twenty-five cent words. She assigned everyone a word and we had to make a poster with a sentence using the word and an illustration for the sentence.
I had "vivacious." So I wrote a sentence about a vivacious old lady and illustrated it with a picture of a gray-haired lady jumping in the air and clicking her heels together. I never could draw very well and these poster-type assignments were always painful for me. My teacher actually liked it though and wrote a nice comment on it, about the only time I ever got positive feedback on a poster.
Maybe because it's Sunday, but today I thought of this assignment and the poster of one of the other students. (The memory of my poster was an afterthought.) One of the other kids was assigned the word "hypocrite."
Their sentence was "Parents who send their kids to church but stay home on Sunday are hypocrites." The illustration showed some kids leaving home and walking towards a church while their parents stood at the front door of their house and waved them off.
So anyway, this was about twenty-six years ago, but today I started wondering about the home life of this other student (I never knew who it was). Was that a typical Sunday for this kid?
230 words | April 17, 2005 07:48 PM | Real true story