I am shocked! I am appalled! I am horrified! For the first time in my life,
a teacher just called my mother! This wasn't my mad chemistry teacher calling to complain about my grades or even my math teacher to say that I don't do my homework! It was my european history teacher, calling to say that I have a rotten attitude!
Me?! A rotten attitude?!

I'm incredibly polite to all of my teachers, especially compared to the dreadful hoodlums that they normally deal with. I am constantly helping teachers grade papers, carrying their supplies, contributing to class discussions, taking class attendance, and, most importantly, I always wish my teachers good morning upon entering their classes and tell them to have a nice day when I leave. Every monday, I ask if they enjoyed their weekends. No teenagers do this, especially not in "Valley Queens" (one foot in suburban Valley Stream, one foot in Queens, meaning that half the student body is made up of mean rich kids, and the other half scary gang members).
Today, I made the mistake of mumbling "I didn't deserve this grade" as I exited class after being given a 70 on a paper that I worked very hard on. Her only comment on the entire paper regarded my sentence structure. She clearly felt that I comprehended the material, and I don't think that it's appropriate for a history teacher to take off thirty points for simply not enjoying my writing style. How does she reconcile this with my 95 average in english?
I left her a note after school explaining my frustration and apologizing for expressing it inappropriatly, but she called my mother anyway and told her that I'm disrespectful and rude!
My school is weird. Three years ago, I was suspended for saying about a teacher "I hate her! I could just kill her!" after school to a fellow student. Zero tolerance is really annoying.

(But necesary, I understand...)
Sorry for rambling.

He appreciates the well wishing, and will get to the chemistry homework the moment he feels better.
That's what I like to hear! A man with priorities!

Jenny... the idea of a 7 year old playing Mama Rose is slowly unfolding in my mind. Keep that tape!!! 
It's truly brilliant. I have every intention of pulling a Gypsy Rose Lee and telling everyone that it's actually me on that tape, seeing as we are nearly identical. She sings "Rose's Turn" in a dress almost identical to Rosalind Russel's from the movie, and you should see those six year olds belt out "You Gotta Get A Gimmick" in their hot pink bike shorts! There's nothing like it.