The Sunday School Teacher
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Miss Swan couldn’t take being a Sunday school teacher any longer. Not for another Sunday！ This handful of disrespectful teenagers snapped their gums during prayer time and read magazines during Bible study. But most awful of all， at prayer request they asked the Lord to increase their weekly allowances！
“I have had it with you. I quit！” she screamed at the students. “Cool，” Rick said nodding in approval. He was the rudest kid she’d ever met.
It took two months to find a new replacement for that Sunday school class. The pastor escorted Miss Betty Ray in to meet the pseudo-angelic-looking group. New in town， she hadn’t heard of their reputation for chasing off teachers. By the look of her pink dress， one size too small， and her bad blonde bleaded hair， the students obviously felt they had an easy job.
Soon bets were taken as to how long Miss Betty would last.
Betty introduced herself， stating that she recently came from the South. She certainly looked like a southern belles who wore outdated clothes and whose beauty had peaked a decade earlier， only she didn’t know it yet. Snickers rippled in the room as she rummaged through the huge shoulder bag she carried as a purse.
“Have any of you ever been out of state？” she asked in a friendly tone. A few hands went up.
“Anyone travel beyond five hundred miles？” One hand went up as the snickering diminished.
“Anyone visited outside the country？” No hands went up now. The silent teens were puzzled. What did this have to do with anything？ Was she using psychology on them， or was she just plain clueless？
Finally， Betty’s bony hand struck oil what she had been searching for in her handbag. Pulling up a long tube， she unrolled a map of the world. “What else do you have in there？ Lunch？” someone cracked.
Betty smiled lightly and answered， “Cookies for later.” “Cool，” Rick quipped.