Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

sue the school for denying us our constitutional rights.
Once upon a time there lived a girl,
It's called "Haiku for Him".
What I meant was that, I know where they are.
- You're going to print that in the Lit? - I don't see why not.
- Are you okay? - Pretty much.
You know what we need? A sample of her handwriting.
Just because it's not a real haiku...
- That was mine. Not the haiku thing. - Yes, I know which one was yours.
You know that kid that just left here? That extremely smart kid.
Anyone found distributing the journal will be suspended from school.
Which junior?
- How shall I phrase this? - I don't believe this guy.
There is nothing to see. Kindly take your seats.
And while you were suppose to be in English class.
Yes, Mr. Foster.
I can forgive you, but I want to kill your dog.
to work with you until we find a permanent replacement. Is that clear?
Maybe teachers have a hidden life,
Angela, this obviously isn't you.
The point is, we are concerned. We're concerned about your future.
Right after I showed him this. It's a copy of a subpoena...
But, you know, if you don't mind that.
It wakes you up.
So, why you here? You the new substitute?
We don't even have a basement. Let me see that again.
- this is freedom of speech. - You could get suspended.
In the fitting room, price tags tickle my shoulder...
Get out? Get out of what?
You want to buy some girl scout cookies?
Yeah, good question. Look, this is haiku poetry.
Do you just view everything in terms of sex?
- We did. - Right.
Haven't we always taught you to stand up for your rights?
Why did I do it? Good question. I did it to clear the slate.
- Yes, right. - It's no joke. I have no lesson planned.
Has he burned anything? Good question.
That's enough. I must hold school authorized publications...
Danielle, leave him alone.
Shut up. I mean, he's old. He's a teacher.