Funny joke english School
One morning a mother was trying to wake up her son.
"Wake up now! It is time to go to school."
I do not want to go to school, "the son replied. His mother said", Give me two reasons why you do not want to go to school." "Okay.
One, all the children hate me. Two, all the teachers hate me." "Not good enough," the mother replied. "Fine," the son said. "Then you give me two good reasons why I SHOULD go to school." "One, you are 50 years old. Two, you are the principal of the school."
I do not want to go to school, "the son replied. His mother said", Give me two reasons why you do not want to go to school." "Okay.
One, all the children hate me. Two, all the teachers hate me." "Not good enough," the mother replied. "Fine," the son said. "Then you give me two good reasons why I SHOULD go to school." "One, you are 50 years old. Two, you are the principal of the school."
An English teacher often wrote little notes on student
essays.
She was working late one night and as the hours passed, her handwriting deteriorated.
The next day a student came to her after class with his essay she had corrected. "I can not make out this comment you wrote on my paper."
The teacher took the paper and after squinting at it for a minute. Sheepishly replied, "It says that you need to write more legibly!"
She was working late one night and as the hours passed, her handwriting deteriorated.
The next day a student came to her after class with his essay she had corrected. "I can not make out this comment you wrote on my paper."
The teacher took the paper and after squinting at it for a minute. Sheepishly replied, "It says that you need to write more legibly!"
My son, Mitcell, a kindergartener, practices spelling with
magnetic letters on the refrigerator: "cat," "dog,"
"dad," and "mom" have been proudly displayed for all to
see. One morning while getting ready for the day, Mitcell bounded into the room
with his arms outstretched. In his hands were three magnetic letters: GOD.
"Look what I spelled, Mom!" Mitcell exclaimed, a proud smile on his
face. "That's wonderful!" I said. "Now go put them on the fridge
so Dad can see when he gets home tonight." That Christian education is
certainly having an impact, I thought, happily. Just then, a little voice
called from the kitchen. "Mom? How do you spell 'zilla?'"