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Class clown The best year for me in school was the seventh grade because of my teacher Mr. John Terry. He was a prankster himself. I was the class clown. One day while he was teaching the sixth graders, the seventh graders were supposed to be studying. Everyone was…but me. I was sitting behind Mr. Terry. The sixth graders could see me, but Mr. Terry couldn’t. I started making funny faces at the sixth graders while he was teaching them. They all started laughing at me. Mr. Terry turned around and looked at me. I looked at him so innocently, like, “What?” He turned back to teaching. I did it again. He looked at me again. This time I was smiling. He got a paper bag and put it on my head. I said I couldn’t breathe. So he put a hole in the bag. He started teaching again. I looked through the hole to make sure he wasn’t looking. Then I stuck my tongue out through the hole. The whole class was laughing. Mr. Terry made me sit out in the hall. (I can’t count the times I was put out in the hall.) I learned more in Mr. Terry’s class than any other because of his sense of humor. It was like he was one of us. Thank you, Mr. Terry! Sharon Hardin, Rutherfordton, Rutherford EMC |
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