Thursday, September 19, 2013

THE PRETTY GOOD STUDENT ( By Charles Osgood)

There was once a pretty good student who sat in a pretty good class
and who was taught by a pretty good teacher who always let pretty
good pass.
He wasn't terrific at reading, he wasn't a whiz bang at math, but for
him education was leading down a pretty good path.
He didn't find school too exciting but he wanted to do pretty well;
He did have trouble with reading and nobody taught him to spell.
In doing arithmetic problems pretty good was regarded as fine;
Five and five needn't always add to ten, a pretty good answer was nine.
The pretty good student was happy with the standards that were in effect
and nobody thought it was sappy if his answers were not quite correct.
The pretty good class he sat in was part of a pretty good school and  the
student was not the exception, on the contrary he was the rule.
The pretty good school that he went to was there in a pretty good town;
Nobody there seemed to notice that he couldn't tell a verb from a noun.
The pretty good student was in fact part of a pretty good mob.
The first time he knew what he lacked was when he looked for a pretty
good job.
It was then when he saw the position he discovered that life could be tough
and he soon had a sneaky suspicion that pretty good might not be good enough.
The pretty good town in the story was part of a pretty good state, which had
pretty good aspirations and prayed for a pretty good fate.
There was once a pretty good nation, pretty proud of the greatness it had,
but which learned much too late, if you want to be great, pretty good is in fact
pretty bad.

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