Somewhere the ghost of my second grade Grammar Harpie teacher is shaking her chains. I would like to apologize for all of the unkind thoughts I had of her as a child. Every morning I spent in her classroom started with the dreaded Boardwork, which was an hour of grammar/spelling exercises, and every morning I spent in her classroom doing the dreaded Boardwork is why I turned into an adult who is competent in English.
Thank you, Grammar Harpie. Clearly, no student of yours wrote this note.