Not quite right......

  Is Cassidy or Cassie really that hard to pronounce?!?!
  I have some teachers that sort of need to relearn their letter sounds. I have many names in my classes, like.....
   1. Quesadilla
   2.Casey
   3. Ca
And many other variations. (how does Cassidy seem at all like Quesadilla?!) I am utterly sick of not being called by my name. But I'm not the only one. Theres a girl named Mikala that now responds to C! Another girl named Eliy is called Elala!
   Names are not the only thing this teacher messes up on.... she thinks that our alphabet was written by the native americans, that Timbukto is a country, and that all the explorers were criminals and that their countries sent them to get rid of them!
  The teacher also can't explain dirrections and randomly trails off!
   "ok take your index card and.... you be Queen Elizebeth and you Elala...... write your name and what would Queen Victoria say...... Hey you! Put your feet down! Go sit in my chair if yours is so uncomfortable!..... Jessie, (her computer!) attack....." meanwhile no one is talking. "Everyone be quiet! I'm sick of you talking while I'm talking!!"
   This is how every class is...At least it gives us something to laugh at!

Dear sweet Hienz

             We recently obtained a new kitten.  After some discussion between naming him Sling Shot,or Yo-Yo we finally decided to go with Hienz 57.  When Hienz was graduated from garage to house he raced about exploring our cockatiel Lola's cage with joy and glee.  His other amusments include chasing Whisper, our tuxedo cat, and sparring with Lucy, our short haired orange tabby. 
   Hienz has grown so fast that he is now the size of Whisper.  Just yesterday morning he leaped up upon Whisper's back. In anger and frustration at his refusal to behave I condemed him to the garage as sort of a "time out". Then later that day as we were headed out for a birthday party we heard a soft mewing.  Up on the top shelf of the garage, with some ceiling tiles and sleds was Hienz! As we were late for the party already my mother urged little Hienz down. Although he was eager to see us after an hour in the garage, he definetely took his sweet time. Leasurly walking past the bikes and weaving around tubs of soccer equiptment. When he finally made his way out of the maze I scooped him up and shoved him in the house.
     When we get home in the afternoon Whisper runs out the door joyfully with Lucy slowly following and Hienz atempting to make a run for it. As we step in the house a pile of shredded fake birds and nests from my mom's displays and bird houses. (no wonder Whisper can't wait to escape from the house)