Charpie's Travels

Assignment: Write a poem about a hot dog. Be as creative as possible. Katie's poem: Hot Dog Hot dog that not dog. It's yummy and bummy. Squeeze ketchup or netchup. Put inside sausage mausage. Make bread mread. I like hot dogs. I love hot dogs. But its not bood good for you!

Most days the AC is on at work, though you don't always feel the cool air. This was the case in my first Grade 4 class tonight. Not surprisingly, my cheeks were red. "Teacher," Hanna felt the need to announce the obvious. "Your face is red." "Yeah. Because I'm hot." "Ohhhh yeah!" Kevin instantly hollered. And then he  did a double-take. Hiding behind his grammar book didn't stop the mocking from the rest of the class.