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Little Johnny and the Bee
“All right class, everyone take your seats. We need to review for the upcoming spelling bee. Nancy, you and Barak stop holding hands and go to your desks. In fact, remind me to separate you two later. You shouldn’t sit so close. I’ll put the little Boehner boy between you; just as soon as he stops crying.” Mrs. Nea stands before her class, commanding obedience with a glare.
“Yes, Mrs. Nea”, replied the 4th graders.
“Johnny Roberts! Put down that dictionary. You should have studied your vocabulary last night.”
“Aw, shucks Mrs. Nea! I wasn’t hurtin’ no one”, Johnny protested.
“That’s not the point, Johnny. Sit down and wait to be called upon.”
“Ok”, murmurs Mrs. Nea. “Miss Pelosi, please stand.”
Little Nancy stood by her desk grinning. It was something she did well. Combined with the constant startled look in her eyes, Mrs. Nea wondered what continuously surprised the child.
“Spell, ‘healthcare’”, commanded the teacher.
“Healthcare; can you use it in a sentence?” asked Nancy.
“Healthcare is something everyone should have”, came back the response.
“Can you define it, please?”
“I’m sorry Nancy, but I cannot define it until you’ve spelled it”
“Teacher, that doesn’t make any sense.”
“Try and remember that in the future, Nancy. Still, the word is ‘healthcare’”.
“Healthcare; h-e-l-t-h-k-a-r-e; healthcare”.
“No, I’m sorry Nancy. Take your seat.”
The child sat down. No change of expression, still showing the same startled look a cat gives when confronted by a flying insect.
“Master Obama, stand please”, voiced the only adult in the room. “Spell ‘gullible’.”
“Master? Is that a racist joke?” shouted little Albert Sharpton.
“Don’t be so sensitive, Albert. Continue Barak.”
“Gullible, C-a-t-h-o-l-i-c-s, gullible”
“Barak, do you even know what gullible means? Catholics aren’t gullible.”
“Democrat ones are. You can push their Church around and tell them the 1st amendment didn’t mean them. Man, they’re quick to bend over.”
“Barak! That is inappropriate for class. However, sounds like you have a future in politics. Sit down.”
Hearing sobbing coming from the back of the room, Mrs. Nea decides to help an emotional child put their mind to something else. “Master Boehner, please rise.” Suddenly, the teacher realized it was fortunate that her
nasal congestion had passed. “Spell ‘Speaker’.”
Sobbing, the student tried to begin, “Speaker, (sob) ssss-s-…p…p-eeeeeeeeeee-a-…”
Mrs. Nea interrupts, “That will be all John. You can sit down now.” The teacher made a mental note to find out if he has been playing with the little Beck boy again. Those two would cry over a Road Runner cartoon.
Suddenly, one of the children could contain himself no longer. “Oh! Oh! Teacher! Call on me…me…me…me.
“Alright Master Roberts, standup”, she instructed.
Little Johnny Roberts hid a pocket dictionary in his desk that he had been peeking into before rising to his feet. Brushing his unruly hair with his fingers, he gives a smile to Nancy. Barak glared menacingly.
Mrs. Nea looked at the next term to be spelled, “rat”. No, she wasn’t falling for that one again; best to find another word. “Ah, here we are. Johnny spell ‘penalty’”
“Can you use it in a sentence?”
“The young man had to pay a penalty for not buying insurance.”
“May I have the definition, please?”
“A fine placed against a person or company for violation of law.”
“Penalty, t-a-x, penalty.”
Mrs. Nea reached in her desk drawer for some ibuprofen.