The Prettiest Girl In School

cheating “Ellen and Fred are apparently destined always to sit right in front of me,”   Ralph thought.


It all started in Southwick’s seventh grade history class. Now we’re in Hempton’s eleventh grade chemistry class, and I’m still forced to put up with my ideal woman’s constantly sitting with the likes of that clown.”


Mr. Hempton was pacing around the front of the classroom with his trademark shirt~inevitably either pink or white~and tie, trying to remain patient with his lovelorn pupil.



“Mr. Gerrity,” he tactfully asked, “What is a mole?”

“6.02 times ten to the  twenty third, sir,” his young charged stated.


“Oh well,” the smitten boy thought, “That’s one break but it can’t last.”


Throughout the rest of the period he continued vacillating between daydreaming and trying to pay attention.


“I wonder if they have anything like Alka~Seltzer in the cafeteria vending machines,” he thought.



Time lingered. Ralph and Mr. Hempton continued their ritual. Amazingly neither Fred nor Ellen, for one second, came close to catching onto anything.



The bell finally rang.  “Oh  well,” the young swain thought, “At least I sort of get a break…only for a little while.”

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