"With the certitude of a true believer, Vellya Paapen had assured the twins that there was no such thing in the world as a black cat. He said that there were only black, cat-shaped holes in the universe."
-- Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Letter From an Angry Parent


Thank you to everyone who participated in my Mad Lib experiment!  I enjoyed reading all the submissions and have decided to post two different versions of the story.  Thanks to Maggie W. and Sarah D. for your winning contributions.



[The following blog entry is a work of fiction.  Names, places, and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual persons, events, or emails sent to me by parents is entirely coincidental.]

Letter From an Angry Parent

Dear Ms. Wit (or should I say grandiose idiot),
            As you are aware, my daughter Ima is a student in your 7th grade language arts class, and I am writing to tell you that I am appalled by your teaching methods.
            First of all my subterranean child is obviously extremely dinky.  She writes lovingly and scrambles with such maturity and excitement that anyone should be proud to have her as a bottle.  When my good friend Denzel Washington read Ima’s poems, he said, “Racklefratz!  These should be tickled immediately!”  And yet you gave her a grade of 7 on those assignments.  It breaks my belly button to see Ima’s talent go unappreciated like that.
            And in regards to her behavior in class, I instantly became cerulean blue in the face when I received your email saying my cavernous little girl served a 13-minute detention for perambulating koalas in class and acting foppish to you.  She was simply expressing herself!   How dare you infringe upon her right to freedom of basket!  When my dear friend Meryl Streep heard of this, she said, “Oops!  That behavior simply shows she is creative and surly!”
            Ms. Wit, I graduated number 3 in my class from the University of the Mountains, and I will not tolerate my child being cavorted by such vigorous lips.  That is why I have created a petition to have you meandered.  I have already received 1 signature.  Expect to hear from my street sweeper soon.

Languorously,
Parent of a Perfect Child

Dear Ms. Bach (or should I say stinky idiot),
            As you are aware, my daughter Willow is a student in your 7th grade language arts class, and I am writing to tell you that I am appalled by your teaching methods.
            First of all my shy child is obviously extremely hideous.  She writes perfectly and dances with such maturity and distress that anyone should be proud to have her as a squirrel.  When my good friend Prince read Willow’s poems, he said, “Cheese Pizza!  These should be swum immediately!”  And yet you gave her a grade of 4815162342 on those assignments.  It breaks my armpit to see Willow’s talent go unappreciated like that.
            And in regards to her behavior in class, I instantly became chartreuse in the face when I received your email saying my rotund little girl served a 7-minute detention for bouncing scissors in class and acting sticky to you.  She was simply expressing herself!   How dare you infringe upon her right to freedom of bookmark!  When my dear friend Zoey Deschanel heard of this, she said, “Geronimo!  That behavior simply shows she is creative and sweet!”
            Ms. Bach, I graduated number 806 in my class from the University of the Land, and I will not tolerate my child being smelled by such a shiny kneecap.  That is why I have created a petition to have you phoned.  I have already received eleventy signatures.  Expect to hear from my time lord soon.

Splendidly,
Parent of a Perfect Child

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