Dear Madame Lily,
My name is Leona Heartland. I sit in the second row beside Barbra. She would like to be an anchorwoman. I say, good for Barbra. Please accept my request to be a volcano when I grow up.
There are several good reasons for this. First, I would like to address the question of "when I grow up" (quotes mine)
Since the only things that grow down are root species, I would not like to be a potato or a turnip because that seems to be out to of the scope of this assignment. I also expect to have grown up in some way by my 13th year, so please make me a volcano by then.
Volcanoes are constantly growing up because of settling magma. All they do is grow up! And they live forever! Who'd want a career shelled in a mortal coil?
As well, I'd like to have some type of influence on seismic activity that anchorwomen don't seem to have much influence over. Thus, again, volcano seems a most logical choice. I can not quote better than this:
" We are in awe of the destructive power of nature, and we are unsettled by the thought that a peaceful mountain can suddenly become an unstoppable destructive force! " (1)
In conclusion, please make me a volcano.
Leona Heartland, Homeroom 110
Don't think your smarter than me! Do you know how much work it takes just to pay oneself through teacher's college? You might know a lot about volcanoes and trigonometry and C+++ programming, but do you have any clue how to deal with pretentious twits like yourself? You''re going back to grade 2 for an attitude adjustment.