Nancy: Oh, dear---I can't figure out the answers. Lucky I brought my mirror.
Teacher: Nancy---I want you to write your answers on the board.
I refuse to believe that Nancy is that bad at math…oops, I mean arithmetic.
So she has the skill to write the answers upside down, but now how to get the answers in the first place?
That is a real photographic memory.
1-School is hard for me. 2-I’m good at physics though. Look at me bend the rules of the universe with this mirror. Most kids would have to hold this mirror high over their heads to get the proper angle. 3-TEACHER: I’m convinced that you’re not right in the head. I think you might have this new and rare condition called Dyslexia. Come up here and we’ll test for it. 4-TEACHER: Yes, you got it all right. Now the guidebook on this disease says I should just put you in the back of the class and pass you into the next grade where every teacher will do the same until you either drop out or graduate High School. Now get back there and don’t bother the smart kids.
This reflects badly upon Nancy.
She was too busy romping with Sluggo at the BB game last night….
My first-grade classroom had desks like that – they even had a hole for an ink well. My dad swore that I could find his initials carved somewhere from when he was at that school – but I never did. By second grade, the school had modernized to individual metal desks. (Yep, I’m old…)
A modern (uh…ca. ’41 or whatever) Da Vinci!
“What tangled webs we weave when first we practice to deceive”.
What? Atomicdog, are you saying this ‘toon isn’t true to life? Blasphemy!