Holidays Are Over
The summer was over and young Jack returned to school.
Only two days later his teacher phoned his mother to tell her that Jack was misbehaving.
“Wait a minute,” the mother said. “I had Jack with me for six weeks and I never called you once when he misbehaved.”
Doing Their Homework!
When Dad came home he was astonished to see Vic sitting on a horse, writing something.
“What on earth are you doing there?” he asked.
“Well, the teacher told us to write an essay on our favorite animal.” Answered Vic, “That’s why I’m here and that’s why Sara’s sitting in the goldfish bowl.”
A head teacher is making his rounds of the school when he hears a terrible commotion coming from one of the classrooms. He rushes in and spots one boy, taller than the others, who seems to be making the most noise.
He seizes the lad, drags him to the hall, and tells him to wait there until he is excused. Returning to the classroom, the head teacher restores order and lectures the class for half an hour about the importance of good behavior.
“Now,” he says, “are there any questions?”
One girl stands up timidly. “Please sir,” she asks, “may we have our teacher back?”
Teacher: Brett, your essay on “My Dog” is exactly the same as your sister’s. Did you copy her?
Brett: No ma’am, it’s the same dog.