Here’s the fourth essay on good citizenship I wrote for Principal Salvatore:
The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. The apple isn’t an apple. (It’s an inside joke, Principal Salvatore.)
As usual, I slid the paper under the door of Principal Salvatore’s office as soon as I got to school, and as usual, Miss Medina handed it back to me an hour later. Principal Salvatore had written on the back:
Try again. No joke.