The Detrimental Effects of The Franklin Chronicles on The Youth
My English teacher wife, thrust a piece of paper accusingly in my face. “Read this!” My eleven-year old son stood next to her beaming.
“What is it?”
“It’s the beginning paragraph of your son’s Persuasive Research Paper.”
“Oh.”, I said, pretending I knew what any of those words meant.
To begin, smoking is bad for your health. It can kill you! For some smart people, I could just say that and they would quit, but some people are too ignorant to stop so now I'm forced to throw a bunch of statistics at you.
I laughed. “This is FANTASTIC!” My son beamed even brighter.
“No it’s not. This is supposed to be a serious, persuasive paper, not The Franklin-Damn-Chronicles!” “I know!”, I said, “It’s BETTER than The Franklin Chronicles. So far, I’m persuaded.”
“Well,” Morgan interjected softly, “Mrs. Burries did say it should have a voice.” “Yes, it should have a voice, but not that kind of… You know what, this is YOUR son and this is YOUR fault. Fix it!”
She walked out of the room exasperated, mumbling under her breath.
When the coast was clear, and it was safe, Morgan and I hi-fived.
(Note to self: consider changing site name to "Franklin Damn Chronicles".)