Ah… Dr. Bleasby. (I missed this episode and just caught up.) False teeth clicking, tie blown up over his shoulder, standing so trim and straight behind that desk. Classmate Ken fails to stifle a yawn. “Mr. (Name withheld for his protection)…it seems you are not eager for this class today. You may leave now.” Ken looks surprised, then chagrined, and asks, “Really?”
The reply is quick. “Oh, yes.”
After class, Dr. Bleasby silently reads through my essay and writes “Wordy” four times in the margins. Probably shopuld have been more times, but he didn’t want to be wordy.
Ah… Dr. Bleasby. (I missed this episode and just caught up.) False teeth clicking, tie blown up over his shoulder, standing so trim and straight behind that desk. Classmate Ken fails to stifle a yawn. “Mr. (Name withheld for his protection)…it seems you are not eager for this class today. You may leave now.” Ken looks surprised, then chagrined, and asks, “Really?”
The reply is quick. “Oh, yes.”
After class, Dr. Bleasby silently reads through my essay and writes “Wordy” four times in the margins. Probably shopuld have been more times, but he didn’t want to be wordy.