Posts Tagged Mr. Powell

One Is On The Floor

The drone of the teacher’s voice is like an oscillating fan, as he strolls from one side of the classroom to the other. Most of the eleven-year-olds eyelids in the room beg to close. A few are spellbound by Mr. Powell’s lackadaisical rambling about something called a stalactite—or did he say stalagmite? Who knows? Who cares? Read the rest of this entry »

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Stay In Your Seat!

I wrote a poem, A Striking Example, based on the story you are about to read. It’s a painful tale about my first day of fifth grade in Mr. Powell’s class; a day that began with me having a very painful tail.

It was common knowledge that Mr. Powell was a feared and respected teacher and those of us who’d drawn him as our fifth grade teacher knew full well we would have to toe the line or suffer the consequences, via his “board” of education. Read the rest of this entry »

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Stay In Your Seat!

I wrote a poem, A Striking Example, based on the story you are about to read. It’s a painful tale about my first day of fifth grade in Mr. Powell’s class; a day that began with me having a very painful tail.

It was common knowledge that Mr. Powell was a feared and respected teacher and those of us who’d drawn him as our fifth grade teacher knew full well we would have to toe the line or suffer the consequences, via his “board” of education. Read the rest of this entry »

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