Author’s note: Mr. Tom Morgan, center, and a former star-student Loretta (Franciose) Goolbsy last month at the Art Walk, in downtown Charleston, West Virginia. Mr. Morgan taught English Composition for the college bound at our high school, and I never learned more in a class. He was an inspiration and 35 years later I was proud to be able to hand him my second novel. Thanks for reading! A.S.
In a town that was booming from a chemical craze,
A time not forgotten, but most certainly changed,
The vitality caused by the brilliance of many,
Their children raised with expectations a’plenty.
Inside walls that held so many young minds,
Was a wizard of sorts, who gave sight to the blind.
The tool that he used was his Grade Saver Sheet,
From a standpoint of learning it couldn’t be beat.
Prepositions, slang, expressions deemed trite,
The comma, if questioned, must take a quick hike.
If you naively asked how to spell a tough word,
D-I-C-T-I-O-N-A-R-Y was what you heard.
Compositions completed was just half the fight,
Cause a pronoun misused dropped your “A” out of sight.
“Express, not impress,” his writing decree,
Two spliced indie clauses a comma fait accompli.
“A lot” was a place and if it made your paper,
A great deal of anguish was soon to come later.
If you shifted a tense, or let a sentence run on,
Used You and Your pronouns, you best just be gone.
You could take those themes on with you to college,
’Cause the 101-ers you met didn’t have your knowledge.
Just correct, re-write and turn them on in,
With the time that you saved you could go for a spin.
If you look back with less than a smile you ain’t tryin’,
And if you say you learned little I just ain’t a-buyin’,
And if “ain’t” was uttered, he would show no restraint,
Tom Morgan, by God, would express his complaint.
One thought on “The Grade Savior”
I learned more from him during my senior year than any instructor before or after. I remember an automatic ten point deduction for the dreaded “DBB” (Double Boo Boo).