MIZ JOREE THE TEACHER'S FIRST DAY IN THE CLASSROOM
MIZ JOREE THE TEACHER
Robert Hewett Sr.
THE SETTING: Miz Joree is leading a workshop for creative writing at DON’T GIVE UP JUNIOR HIGHSCHOOL in SOMEWHERE, TEXAS, a non-metropolitan community; in fact, more backwoods than anything else.
CLASS AGE: 8TH graders, except for PEA POCKET PAUL (so named because he always carried blackeyed peas in his pocket for good luck). Triple P is 18 years old, having been held back by his parents to work on the farm while his Pa was down with a bad case of “I don’t want to work anymore”. Triple P is delighted to be in this class. He decided that when he first laid eyes on Miz Joree.
SIGNIFICANT FACT: Miz JOREE is age 21, having just graduated from Hill Country Teachers State College where she attended on an academic scholarship. The rest is left to your imagination:
MIZ JOREE AND TRIPLE P
“Good Morning class, welcome to Hipshot, our creative writing workshop.”
“I have written my name on the blackboard right at the top.”
“Yes, Paul, did you want to say something to the class?”
“Uh, Miz Jawreeee, would you move to where we can see you.
We get a much better view if you are over there.”
“Now Paul, the desk is only waist high and I am taller than that,
So why do I need to move away from my desk?”
“Wal Now Miz Jawreeee, I can’t halp but wonder,
What you look like below the desk.”
“Now Paul we are here to learn about creative writing,
So, just pay attention to what I am writing on the blackboard.”
Yas’em, Miz Jawreeee, I surely will watch everything you do.
Would you please write at the top of the board, it’s neat
When you stand on your tiptoes in that mini skirt.”
“Paul, pay attention, this is a workshop not a leering saloon,
Take your pencil and write down WORKSHOP on your paper.”
Yas’em, how do you spell WORKSHOP, Miz Jawreeee?”
S T U D Y, Paul, that is the word you need to know.”
Yas’em, Miz Jawreeee, that is a new word for me.”
“Uh Miz Jawreeeee, did you know that when you write
On the Blackboard your butt kinda sways back and forth?”
“Paul, watch your language, if you want to stay in this class,
You need to focus on me, UH, I mean the material.”
“Aw Miz Jawree I sure do like it when you turn red,
I wonder if yore toes turn red too?”
“Hey Miz Jawreeee, there are two more students
Coming into the room. They look older than me.”
“What are those uniforms on them; SCHOOL SECURITY.
Hey guys, don’t jab me in the ribs with those sticks,
Let go mah arms, I can stand up fellas. You
guys want to go get a beer or something, just ask.
You don’t have to carry me, I can walk.
Bye Miz Jawreeee, it shore was good to meet you”.
Robert Hewett Sr.
(Written to cheer up fellow poet Joree Williams
while she was in the hospital 2005. She has framed
it and has it displayed on her family room wall)