The+Story+of+Donovan+Engleson

Nicole Smutek Ms. Bond & Ms. Fallone L.A. 6 periods 5-6 Tall Tales

It was raining hard and the sky was as black as a panther’s fur. The dark heavy clouds filled the sky and stretched out. Mrs. Engleson was inside her house toasting next to the fireplace whiling knitting a sweater when she heard the doorbell ring. She put her sweater on the couch and opened the door. Mrs. Engleson saw a child the size of a tree. She couldn’t even pick him up. The baby was reading a book and wrote notes in his little blue notebook. Then, when Mr. Engleson got home from work that day and he saw the baby and was shocked. He was so amazed by the smart child. Weeks and months passed by, and no one claimed the baby. He didn’t have anyone that would care for him until Mr. and Mrs. Engleson decided to keep the baby and to name him Donovan, Donovan Engleson. Later on, Donovan started school. He enjoyed math and sports, especially basketball. He was so good he joined the basketball team and made it to varsity. Donovan also joined the mathletes. He was so smart they had to put him in all high honor roll classes. His school even asked Donovan if he wanted to skip two grades however he refused. When he graduated he got a scholarship to Harvard and graduated couple years later. He then became a very smart math teacher at Washington Middle School in Virginia. On a beautiful sunny Tuesday morning Donovan woke up to his alarm clock going beep, beep, beep, and beep. However he woke up 20 minutes late. Donovan saw the time and shouted, “Oh no!” He jumped out of bed and brushed his hair and got dressed. Then he rushed to get a bowl and some milk with cornflakes. After that, he brushed his teeth and drove up to Washington Middle School. He parked his white Volts wagon. Then, Donovan walked into the school and his classroom. “Good, good morning class,” said Mr. Engleson quickly trying to gasp for air. “Good morning Mr. Engleson,” answered his class. “I’m sorry for being late,” apologized Mr. Engleson. “It’s okay,” said Kathy, an honors student. When lunch time came Donovan was eating his lunch. He munched on microwaved mozzarella sticks with marinara sauce. Then Principal Priego came in and announced, “Hello Donovan, after school a salesman will be coming so I would like for you to stay with us.” <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">“Um, yeah sure I’ll stay,” answered Mr. Engleson. <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">Later on the school bell rang. The children were cheetahs, running so fast to get out of school. When they all left Mr. Priego came with the salesman and two other teachers. <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">“Good afternoon,” said the Principal, “This is Ronald.” <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">“Hello Ronald,” said Donovan. <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">“Hello,” answered Ronald. <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">“Ronald has some very good calculators that he would like to sell to our school for the students,” said Principal Priego, “There’re very smart and they’ll never break. <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">“But the students should be doing the work, not letting a calculator do it for them,” disagreed Donovan. <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">“I’m not trying to be rude however these are the best calculators ever made,” interrupted Ronald. <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">“Well then, Ronald do this math problem on the calculator and Donovan do it with a pencil and some paper,” said Principal Priego whiling writing on the chalk board. <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">About three minutes passed and Ronald yelled “I’m done!” <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">“Then what’s the answer” asked Mr. Engleson. <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">“It is 213.67,” said Ronald proudly. <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">“So it’s official, we will be buying those wonderful calculators you were talking about, Ronald,” announced Principal Priego. <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">Donovan was so upset and very annoyed that the students were getting the calculators. He thought to himself “We don’t even need them. We need the money for other equipment.” <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">“Congratulations Mrs. Priego, but I have to go head on home. Goodbye,” said Donovan. <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">“Thank you and goodbye Mr. Engleson,” answered Principal Priego. <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">Later that day Donovan went to the beach and swam so far out into the ocean and was never seen again. So when the waves grow up so high that’s Donovan Engleson doing a hard math problem with his pencil and paper.media type="custom" key="13841208" width="44" height="61"

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