second grade is my favorite class this year and it was my favorite grade in elementary school. I had Sister Mary Margaret Louise! not Margaret. S.M.M. was my ninth-grade religion teacher. S.M.L was The Queen.

For Miss Rebecca B., who has been having trouble with Q's lately:

"He picked up the letter Q and hurled it into a distant privet bush where it hit a young rabbit. The rabbit hurtled off in terror and didn't stop till it was set upon and eaten by a fox which choked on one of its bones and died on the bank of a stream which subsequently washed it away.

During the following weeks Ford Prefect swallowed his pride and struck up a relationship with a girl who had been a personnel officer on Golgafrincham, and he was terribly upset when she suddenly passed away as a result of drinking water from a pool that had been polluted by the body of a dead fox. The only moral it is possible to draw from this story is that one should never throw the letter Q into a privet bush, but unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable."

-- Douglas Adams, from The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

That's just the Q's and not the P's (although she does seem to fall every single time she heads toward the bathroom - it's a sharp turn through that doorway at a full run) thankyouverymuch. They're weird when they're seven.