Delano Herald Journal

Serving the communities of Delano, Loretto, Montrose, MN, and the surrounding area

HT fourth graders lose homework to robot



Here’s an excuse that Holy Trinity fourth grade teacher
Connie Kozitza has not heard before, “My robot ate my homework.”

The fourth graders wrote about this idea in their writing
class recently. Here are a few of their creative stories.

Kayla Thonvold: Once, I made a robot for science class.
When I was done using it for science, I took it home.

I feed my robot paper to eat. I told him the only paper
he could not eat was my homework paper. My robot does my math homework for
me.

I was doing my homework; then, I went downstairs to get
a drink. When I got back upstairs, my homework was gone. I was searching
all day for my homework.

A few days later, my robot got sick with the Y2K bug. When
I was watching TV, my robot threw up, and guess what he threw up ­ my
homework.

Karissa Remer: My robot ate my library book. One day, when
I got home from school, it was my birthday. On the table was a robot and
it was my birthday present and I got to pick what he ate and what time he
ate. I picked that he ate fruit when I got home from school. He would eat
at 2:30.

One day, when I got home, I gave him some grapes, but I
forgot to pick them off the branch type thing so he ate the branch part
too and got the Y2K bug.

The next day, I forgot to feed him and I was doing my homework
and the phone rang and I went to get it. When I came back, my homework was
on the ground, on the floor, and I picked it up and I noticed my math paper
was gone. I looked everywhere.

I remembered I had to take my robot, Stacy, to the doctor,
and when we got there, they did an x-ray. When they were done, they asked
me why he was eating paper.

I said, “He wasn’t, what did the paper look like?”

The doctor said it had math problems on it. Oh no, he ate
my homework.

The next day I went to school. I got in big trouble.

Brooke Schaust: One day, I was doing my report on robots.
At 3:00, I went upstairs for a snack. I made smores. While I was eating,
I heard a sound coming from my room. lt was the sound of paper crumbling.

I was the only one home, so noone could have turned on
my robot, “Amy.” I ran downstairs to see what was going on. I
looked on my desk. My report was gone. My robot was moved.

I went to bed because I was so depressed. The next morning,
I found out that my robot ate my homework and got the Y2K bug. I went to
school and when we passed in our reports, the teacher asked me where mine
was.

I said, “This isn’t an excuse, but my robot ate my
homework.”

The class laughed at me. I was so embarrassed. When I got
home, I did my homework and waited until my mom got home. When she got home,
we ate supper. Then, I told her about my robot and what happened at school.

We did the dishes and then, I went to bed. The next day,
everything was normal.

Kristin Kahle: One time, my brother Tony had to make an
invention for science. So, he thought of some things, but they were already
invented.

But then, he thought of something that was already invented,
but it was different. It was very, very smart. It took him five months to
make a robot.

We named him Smarty because he was very smart. He lived
downstairs in the wood room. Sometimes, he would eat wood for a snack at
night.

One time, I asked Smarty to do my homework. He said, “Okay.”

So my sister, Lauren, and I went outside to play in the
snow. When we came in, my homework was gone.

I asked Smarty first. He said, “Well, first, I finished
it; then, I ate it for a snack.”

Then, one morning, he came up and said, “I don’t feel
good.” He had the Y2K bug sickness.

One day, Smarty came up and he said, “Good-bye,”
and all his gizmos popped out. He died.

Krystle Radtke: One day, I woke up to a cloudy sky and
my robot was bringing me my homework. I started to go through it. Then,
I realized my science homework was missing. I couldn’t find it anywhere.

When I went to school that day (and to my disgust), we
had science right away. Then, I realized that my robot ate my homework!
I tried to tell my teacher that my robot ate my homework.

But she said, “A robot doesn’t eat homework!”

But I didn’t believe her because I forgot to feed Census
that night and he was probably hungry. When I came home, Census was eating
my mom’s money. Census was going berzerk; then, he blew up. There was paper
everywhere. I bent down and there, lying right in front of me, was my homework.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.