The last day of the school year was already moving at a languid pace for Arthur and the rest of Class 6 at Lakewood Elementary School. Last days are supposed to be filled with fun parties, laughter, and games, but not in Miss Larson’s class. She thought every school day should be filled with learning and not laughing. Boy, did she believe it.
“Take out a sheet of paper, class. It’s time for our last spelling test of the year.”
The class groaned as they reached into their desks and did as she said.
Arthur hated spelling more than anything else in the world. Even more than being forced to eat his dad’s fish surprise loaf that looked like someone dumped the chum bucket on a plate and served that. Miss Larson began reading off the words.
Oh, I know this one. s-p-e-l-l-i-n-g
Another easy one. d-e-m-o-c-r-a-c-y
Ok, I think I’ve heard this one before. d-e-n-o-m-i-n-a-t-o-r
What the heck? Is that even a word? Um, ok.
“I’ll give you one more minute class.”
Arthur looked at his paper and began writing, “Oh wise one, you have tried all year to teach me and since you like giving out grades so much, here is my grade to you based on your performance this year — F!”
Later that summer when Arthur’s seventh grade schedule arrived in the mail, he was shocked to see who had transferred teaching assignments. It was going to be another great year.
This short was inspired by:
FOWC with Fandango — wise
Word of the Day Challenge — anti
Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day — languid