Alien Teacher
Mrs. Palindrome
“ Good morning, class,” the substitute teacher, proclaimed as her purple eyelashes fluttered covering her gold colored eyes. She stood up from the teacher’s desk she had been enclosed in to stretch her long, grasshopper legs. Her face was plastered with makeup of different shades of pink and purple. Her skin had a slight tint of green.
“My name is Mrs. Neila and I will be filling in for your teacher today.” The words flew out of her blue lips and into the children’s ears. She strutted up and down the aisles of desks handing each student a sheet of math problems. “You will have five minutes to complete this sheet, good luck.”
“Five minutes? That’s not enough time to finish this page. There are over thirty problems, it’s impossible!” proclaimed a student wearing a red collared shirt named Michael.
“Where I’m from, the students could finish in three,” rebutted the substitute.
The students resumed their work. When the hour hand hit the twelve, it signaled it was time for lunch. Each student took their lunch box from their backpack and placed it on the table. Conversations about the new movie playing in town and last night’s episode of Glee arose. Mrs. Neila reached into her bag and pulled out a small device that was in the shape of a pear. She began to type a message to her husband o as a student asked, “ What is that?”
“Its my Glick” she replied referring to her cell phone.
“A Glick? What’s that?” he questioned with interest as his eyes were focused on the device.
“It’s used to make callios and textians to your friends.”
The student had a face of confusion and quizzically looked back at his friends. He trotted back to his Yankees lunch box and took out his peanut butter sandwich. The smell from the peanut butter permeated the room. ‘What is that dreadful smell?’
Mrs. Neila thought to herself. She took out her lunch of grass and crickets, which was her favorite. She began to gnaw away in delight, as students stared at her in
“ Good morning, class,” the substitute teacher, proclaimed as her purple eyelashes fluttered covering her gold colored eyes. She stood up from the teacher’s desk she had been enclosed in to stretch her long, grasshopper legs. Her face was plastered with makeup of different shades of pink and purple. Her skin had a slight tint of green.
“My name is Mrs. Neila and I will be filling in for your teacher today.” The words flew out of her blue lips and into the children’s ears. She strutted up and down the aisles of desks handing each student a sheet of math problems. “You will have five minutes to complete this sheet, good luck.”
“Five minutes? That’s not enough time to finish this page. There are over thirty problems, it’s impossible!” proclaimed a student wearing a red collared shirt named Michael.
“Where I’m from, the students could finish in three,” rebutted the substitute.
The students resumed their work. When the hour hand hit the twelve, it signaled it was time for lunch. Each student took their lunch box from their backpack and placed it on the table. Conversations about the new movie playing in town and last night’s episode of Glee arose. Mrs. Neila reached into her bag and pulled out a small device that was in the shape of a pear. She began to type a message to her husband o as a student asked, “ What is that?”
“Its my Glick” she replied referring to her cell phone.
“A Glick? What’s that?” he questioned with interest as his eyes were focused on the device.
“It’s used to make callios and textians to your friends.”
The student had a face of confusion and quizzically looked back at his friends. He trotted back to his Yankees lunch box and took out his peanut butter sandwich. The smell from the peanut butter permeated the room. ‘What is that dreadful smell?’
Mrs. Neila thought to herself. She took out her lunch of grass and crickets, which was her favorite. She began to gnaw away in delight, as students stared at her in