It seemed strange to Bart Simpson to be walking out of the school with the rest of his class.
It seemed strange, and somehow not right, not to be at the chalkboard writing sentences.

How many times had Ms. Krabappel kept him after school? How many sentences had he
written?
But now, there would be no more sentences.

That morning, a shaken, saddened Principal Skinner had come into the classroom and told the children
that Ms. Krabappel had died suddenly in her sleep. He had then introduced Ms. Krabappel's temporary
replacement, Ms. Wallace.

Bart had been unusually well-behaved that day. Not just well-behaved for Bart, but really well-behaved.
He had not played one prank. He had not made one inappropriate remark or gesture.

He still couldn't believe that Ms. Krabappel was gone, that he would not see her again.

Like so many of us, Bart hadn't realized, until it was too late, how much she meant to him.

And suddenly, Bart knew what he had to do. He turned around, and walked back to the classroom.

"Yes, Bart? Did you forget something?"

No, Ms. Wallace. There's just something I need to do."

Quietly, he went to the chalkboard and picked up a piece of chalk. The familiar powdery feel of that piece
of chalk was somehow comforting.

And, for the last time, Bart Simpson wrote on the chalkboard.

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU, MS. KRABAPPEL
I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU, MS. KRABAPPEL
I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU, MS. KRABAPPEL