If you are going to ask me to buy this list of school supplies, then I expect you to turn my child into a freaking genius.
Unfortunately this was not the case last year.
Example: The poetry unit.
While my daughter was writing poems like this.
They are fast.
They have tails.
They have big teeth.
We can ride them.
John Foong was writing poems like this.
The Three Stages of the Earth
The Crust, digging, hot all.
One, hotter on two, and three. Thick molasses
In the air.
At least she's not writing poems like this.
I like when he reads to me
Comes every Friday
Surprised when he doesn't come.
Note the discrepancy? Don't even get me started on math and science.
You're welcome for the school supplies.