Dearest Uma: I have a confession: I am not a smoker, but a second-hand participant. Andrea, the Queen of Prince Edward County Schools, Goddess of eighth-grade enlightenment, made me do it. Okay, she didn't make me do it; but she's so doggone funny, I just couldn't resist laughing hard and inhaling even harder. Everyone, please forgive me. I'll take up graham crackers and milk instead if it makes you feel better . . . and I even promise not to smoke 'em--not even second-hand. -Lara ---- Original message ---- >Date: Thu, 01 Sep 2005 14:37:08 +0000 >From: "Natalie Dorfeld" <natalie_dorfeld@xxxxxxxxxxx> >Subject: Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy . . . >To: comptesol@xxxxxxxxxxxxx > > > > > > Hola, Andrea and all -- > > > > Andrea, you still are the head cheese. How many > eighth grade teachers go for their Ph.D.s? Why, > youâre Mother Teresa and a bag of chips. (Enter > three snaps in a âzâ formation.) > > > > Also, to all you crazy smokers, I want you to quit. > I had a little crush on Peter Jennings in eighth > grade. Who am I kidding? It was last year. > Anywho, go with candy cigarettes. Theyâre > cheaper, and you sharpen them to point. You know, > if youâre ever in combat or anything like that. > > > > Off to teach. > > > > -- Uma > > > >