Saturday, July 14, 2018

My M&Ms!

INTRODUCTION: An illustrated story I wrote in elementary school. It seems to have been in response to...well, you'll have to read. I'm not even sure by now. I found this in the basement. It's done on manila paper (or whatever that is, you know, that generic drawing paper from school) and regular lined paper and has a good number of drawings done in pencil and marker. I guess it was a class assignment or extra credit, as it has a notation from the teacher in question on it...but I'll save that for the end, for a change. I had this teacher for two years, so the date of this is from fourth or fifth grade (1986-88).




My m&m's!
[Note--"My" is underlined twice. "M&Ms" isn't capitalized.]

By Rachel H. [last name omitted]


[Cover illustration: A giant jar of colored M&Ms, the lid secured by tape which reads "Duck Tape" and has a drawing of a duck on it; to the right is an arrow sign saying, "Stay Out!" and to the left is an angry-looking pitbull-type dog, guarding the jar. The jar is about four times the size of the dog, BTW.]




[Inside cover illustration: Top frame--two male students, one with brown hair and wildly colored pants, one with blond hair and a blue suit, wheeling along a desk/cart with flip-down sides; atop it is the jar of M&Ms and what looks to be another, smaller jar. The brown-haired student (I seem to recall he was supposed to be Bob B., who I went to school with and who owned such a pair of wild pants) is saying, "I wonder how much money we'll make today?" The blond student is saying, "With five bucks yesterday, we probably won't make much!" Bottom frame--the jar of M&Ms now sitting on what looks to be the teacher's desk, at the back of the room; the teacher, Miss Jellison (with blond curly hair and a pink skirt), is walking into the room, casting a grin back at the door as she looks slyly over her shoulder.]

My m&m's!
[Note--again, the word "My" is underlined twice, and I forget to capitalize M&Ms.]

By Rachel H. [last name omitted]


My teacher, Miss Jellison, has a giant jar of M&M's. Every day two kids from our class take the jar out into the hall to raise money. People guess how many are in the jar. It's ten cents a guess. I've got a joke. "Miss Jellison came over, mom [sic]." "How do you know?" "Well, you know those M&M's that dad [sic] brought home?" "Yes, I know," "Well, they are all gone!"

I bet that Miss Jellison is going to be so hungry one day that she will sneak into the room in the middle of the night, lock the door, cover all the windows, hide under her desk, and eat the M&M's. Then it will be very easy to guess how many M&M's are in the jar. If you do not know what I mean, you must not have any brains!

Miss Jellison probably would not eat the M&M's even if she had the chance. For instance, we need them to get money. Second, Miss Jellison put duck [sic] tape on the lid of the jar! She probably would not be able to open it. Oh no, we have a problem. If somebody guesses right they win a bunny or the jar of M&M's. How will they be able to open the jar? I know! They could use it as a decoration! There is also another problem. How can we make Miss Jellison feel better after she sees her precious M&M jar go? (Just kidding about all this, Miss Jellison.) If I ever catch Miss Jellison eating the M&M's, I'll break into

[Illustrations: Top frame--a female student with long brown hair--probably me--holding a small orange bunny and looking pensively at Miss Jellison as she grimaces and tries to open the jar. Bottom frame--another student with brown hair, probably female, walking off with the jar, licking her lips; Miss Jellison stands off to the side, watching her go, a tear sliding from her eye. There is a very short, curly-haired student just peeping into the frame right behind Miss Jellison.]

[Illustrations: Top frame--Miss Jellison standing beside a desk, holding the jar in her hands; a female student with long brown hair, probably me, stands beside her glaring at her accusingly with hands on hips; Miss Jellison is smiling and sweating, looking rather guilty. Bottom frame--the brown-haired girl, probably me, crouching under what is probably Miss Jellison's desk--there are various pencil holders and containers and papers upon it--the jar in my hand, and a smirk on my face as I lick my lips; Miss Jellison stands off to the side, looking disconsolately at an apple that she's holding.]


the classroom and tell her to stop--and I'll eat the M&M's! [Note--a page of illustrations occurred between these two pages of text.] (But of course I'll bring her an apple or two, so she will not get hungry. (And I'll go under the desk so I won't eat in front of her!) So I'm being a little polite. I might even save some for her. Isn't that nice? Aren't I kind? (Still kidding, Miss Jellison!) I'll save all the red ones and give them to Miss Jellison. Maybe I'll also save a few green ones.

I really won't eat all of Miss Jellison's M&M's. I was just kidding. Besides, I can eat the ones dad [sic] brought home. (If Miss Jellison did not come over and eat them all!)

Just kidding, Miss Jellison!


[Illustrations: Top frame--an outstretched hand holding four red M&Ms and a green one; a speech bubble to the left, my voice, is saying, "Here, Miss Jellison. I saved you some M&M's!" The speech bubble to the right, belonging to the owner of the hand, is replying, "Gee...I don't know what to say." Bottom frame--a brown paper packet of M&Ms.]




[Back cover illustration: Miss Jellison happily popping three red M&Ms in her mouth, and clasping the brown M&M packet in her other hand.]

[Note--in addition there is a teacher's annotation on the first page of text:]

20/10 Very funny :)

No comments:

Post a Comment