This story involves me, my seventh grade teacher, a boy we'll call "Mac" and a girl we'll call "Molly". Now, when I was in seventh grade I was pretty unpopular. I wore bright coloured jogging suits because my parents insisted I grew too fast to wear jeans and well, I've always been weird.
One day when I was in seventh grade I was slow in packing up my stuff at the end of the day and was visibly upset. My teacher approached me and asked what was wrong and I showed him a note. The note was supposed to be from Mac, the boy in the class all the kids made fun of and asked me to meet him somewhere for some kind of date, I suppose. My teacher asked how I knew it wasn't from him.
"Well," I said, "The letter 'a's are written the same way Molly writes them and in this sentence 'Be there or be squar' she misspelled 'square' the same way she did on the quizzes we exchanged and marked last week." My teacher smiled and wrote a note of his own.
Nice note. Learn to spell 'square'."