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    dots Submission Name: The Tiny Writers Clubdots
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    Author: annie0888
    ASL Info:    49/f/LA
    Elite Ratio:    4.76 - 327/382/122
    Words: 345
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
    Total Views: 928
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    Bytes: 2355



    Description:
       A story about something that happens every year in my classroom.


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    dotsThe Tiny Writers Clubdots
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    Every autumn, incoming second grade girls
    love their teacher even better than their own mothers
    for awhile.
    With new crayons they draw her a bounty -
    flowers, hearts, rainbow stripes.
    Notes flow and overflow
    with generous swirling curlicues,
    early attempts at a curvy cursive-
    that mysterious language of beauty and sophistication!
    Each i is dotted with a smiley face and
    all is right in the world.

    But one day, after talking too much
    or forgetting her manners,
    one is betrayed by the beautiful teacher
    who mercilessly writes 'Emily' on the blackboard
    followed by a sharp check mark to the heart.

    'One for all and all for one,' she remembers again
    from her own school days.
    Now they'll seek the passive-aggressive revenge
    at which young girls become genius.
    Sprung from a note not-so-secretly passed
    then intercepted by Teacher,
    the Tiny Writers Club is resurrected.

    As they quietly practice penmanship
    without any slant,
    she discreetly pulls the confiscated
    paper from her pocket.
    Eyebrows and elbows signal silently
    as she unfolds, unfolds
    opening at last to microscopic scribble
    her bifocaled eyes cannot decipher.

    Tiny writing spreads like the flu-
    even some boys get in on the act,
    turning in book reports that could only have been
    written with pencils sharpened to the gauge of fine embroidery needles
    held in the stingy grip of a praying mantis.
    Revenge is sweet as most of the mutinous class spends
    one recess after another indoors
    forced by an exasperated teacher to rewrite
    the friendly letter
    the vocabulary definitions
    the Think and Dos
    in a script finally visible to her naked eye.

    And then, just as suddenly as it is created
    the Tiny Writers Club disappears.
    Second grade girls always discover
    that the power of withholding is transferable
    to the torture of boys they now notice/hate/love.

    At night the teacher retires
    early to bed with a headache,
    leaving her husband alone on the sofa.




    Submitted on 2006-09-07 23:23:32     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      Annie,

    This is a marvelous piece of work,
    how many of us have ever used the word 'curlicues' in our lifetime.

    Not me!

    Donn
    | Posted on 2006-09-24 00:00:00 | by D McDaniel | [ Reply to This ]
      A poignant prose-poetry type narrative. And something close to heart hmm? Typo on "transferable"-- apart from that, flawlessly done.

    Peace,

    Jase
    | Posted on 2006-09-14 00:00:00 | by alteredlife | [ Reply to This ]
      LOL! Funny and poignant. You should submit this to a teacher's mag - they'd love it! Nie work here as usual. I truly enjoy reading your work.

    Peace, love and all that junk,

    Joe
    | Posted on 2006-09-13 00:00:00 | by joeyalphabet | [ Reply to This ]
      I do remember, back in grade school, that there were these high school students who were assigned to take over an entire day as some sort of "teacher's day" celebration, I think. I remember how we ganged up on them. Heck, there were 30 of us and there were only 2 of them.

    Poor souls.

    But seriously, I think that its fueled by the need to belong... the need to have something to fight for and the need to know that you're not alone.

    Yeah, I know. In most cases it seems immature, but being part of it is a beautiful thing. There is a certain touch of... uhm... possibility in it. Something that feeds the restlessness innocence of youth.

    I miss it some times.

    Anyway, I like the sophisticated nature of this piece... And I like how it is easy yet healthy at the same time.

    I wish I could say more though.
    | Posted on 2006-09-08 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ]


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