Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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12 The Greatest Teacher Experience Charlie had just called and asked Katherine to go skating, but she had refused. She had a short story to write , besides having French and algebra lessons to do. Oh I If she only didn't have that old short story to write she could manage to get her French and algebra done in class. And then she happened to think that her mother wasn't home. V7hy couldn't she go? Her mother didn't know about the short story anyway. Yes, she would call Charlieback and tell him. He was glad to have her but he didn't think she should have left her short story. Katherine, do you think you should leave your short story ,like that? he asked. Of course ,Katherine answered rather thoughtfully, ilother didn't know about my short story, and I'll get my algebra and French done in class. I wrote my story a long time ago , Charlie said. They were already putting on their their skates; Katherine for a moment wondered if she should have heeded her impulse to call Charlie again, but then- Doesn't the ice look swell? Boy I And to think I al- most missed it ”, she called as they started skimming over the lake. At the supper table Katherine's mother asked her if she had any homework to do. Yes, some French and algebra Katherine answered, 'i'll do them in the morning , or after supper , she added as she looked at her mother's face. But isn't it nearly time for your short story to be done, Katherine? It seems as though they w ere always due three or four weeks after Christmas. John usually wrote his during Christmas vacation. John was Katherine's brother who had graduated the year before. Katherine thought a minute before answering, ’.Yhy yes, I guess they are due pretty soon. After supper Krs. Lane said, Jell, Katherine, since you have some French and algebra to do. I'll excuse you from the dishes to- night. Katherine gladly opened her books. First she wrote her French sentences; then she tackled her algebra problems. Perhaps she would get her short story almost done before she went to bed. But just as she was finishing her last problem, Charlie called to see if she could ,o r o the movies, and her mother told her that since she had finished her home work Ghat she might go. The next day at school Katherine saw everyone finishing :short stories. How she wished she had written hers instead of going to the movies and skating. She saw several completed stories already on the teacher's desk , with no names on them. She even thought how nice it would be if she might take one of them and say she had written it. The teacher would never be the wiser, for it seems that they didn't have to sign their names 'unless thay wanted to, but the teacher picked out the best stories for the school paper. That idea kept growing upon her. She 3at down in her seat to think it over. She could take one, and if the teacher asked for names she could put hers on it; if she did- n't ask for names she would just pass it in. She was thankful that all the. maners must be tyv . fh i covVdn't tell that it wasn't in

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f 13. her handwriting. She finally decide! to take one. In English class that the teacher called for the stories without thenames. Katherine was ,literally speaking, shaking in her snoes as she handed in her story. Immediately her conscience began botnering her. By the tine school was over she thought her head would burs,, she was so worried . When she reached home her mother thought she was sick, --lerhaos coming down with the gripoe which everyone was having, and Katherine agreed that she aas. She even sipped ginger tea, let her mother tie a handkerchief about her greased throat, and went to cel. She didn't feel like going to school the next day, but.nevertheless, she went. She told herself that if the teacher wanted to find out, sne wanted to be there. Sure enough, in Enrlish clasf the teacher said, And now there's a little matter I should like to ask you,about these short stories. There are twelve in the class but only eleven stories. If someone didn t wnte( one, please tell me; otherwise I shall start looking for a misplaced one, Of course Katherine didn't tell, and no one said anything. That night the teacher, Miss Livingston, hunted through all her earners where the lost story might be. But alasl It wasn't therej3he told her mother about the incident . Mrs. Livingston, who was a good, judge of human nature, thought perhaps her daughter could find the guiltyone by his or her actions. Charlie thought of Katherine as the guilty one; then he was asham- ed of having'.'stfe would do such a thing. The next day, however, when sne was excused from English class, he knew that something was wrong, every- one in the classroom proved that he had written a story by giving the title and telling where he had found his idea. Asplatherine was the only oerson absent , Miss Livingston thought with mucl anxiety that he must be the culprit. She hated to think this, for she had always thought a lot of Katherine. Vhen Katherine reached home she told her mother she was sick, and went to bed. She was just dozing off when she heard the door bell ring. Like someone in a daze she heard her mother go to the door, and lust a3 she expected it was Miss Livingston. She heard her mother say, M7hy yes I’m sure stoi'k be glad to see you.' Then she heard Miss Living- ston coming up the stairs. Mrs. Lane then excused herself and left them alone. Miss Lane lost no time in asking her question'.'Katherine , she •a-.id, did you write a short story?1 Katherine began to cry in her pillow ; then she sobbed out the :.e story. I never would have thought that of you if anyone else had told :-V, said Miss Livingston. I must say I am very deeply disappointed in ,rou, and much as I hate to, I shall have to give you a failing mark for the first half year of English. This hurt Katherine,who was trvinm for a scholarship, but,nevertheless,she had to take her medicine. After Miss Livingston left.Katherine lay thinking about the half year of English. Suddenly,she remembered what her grandmother had always said - He made his bed;now let him lie in it.