Ask Not for Whom the Final Bell Tolls . . . ; or, This Is How It Ends—Not with a Bang but with a Principal’s Whimper
Bedlam’s principal, Bentley VanderHaar, should have been relaxed. It was […]
Bedlam’s principal, Bentley VanderHaar, should have been relaxed. It was […]
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Christine Lopez stood outside the biology room, staring at Sam Toomer’s classroom […]
Gord Winkle sighed with happiness. It was second period, his free period. […]
Maxwell Prentiss-Hall, Bedlam’s counselor, entered the teachers’ lounge at break and slumped […]
Over the years, readers have contacted the CEJ with numerous questions about […]
Bible teacher Cal VanderMeer was sipping coffee and perusing the newspaper when […]
Industrial arts teacher Gord Winkle gathered up his notebook, pen, and folder; […]
Gord Winkle was well into his third jelly doughnut, his mustache vibrant […]
“Well, I think it is stupid!” said Red Carpenter. “I mean, the […]