Who in the world is Sophie Duke?

In a mysterious twist, someone named Sophie Duke has appeared on the so-called "contributors" list. This is odd as those in charge of the Sponge's Blog have no knowledge of such a person or how in fact this Sophie person became a contributor. It makes one wonder if perhaps we don't truly know the Sponge as we think. Could the Sponge be leading a second life? After the lights go out at Wakefield, does anyone truly know what the Sponge is up to? Wow.

Witness at the Spongy Sleepover

As a witness at the spongy sleepover, I, E.Callahan, spent the evening observing and interpreting friend's and the sponge's behavior. I had no idea what they were up to, but I do know that this was a huge thing for J. Allen, for she is a sponge/nature lover at Wakefield School. And because she is such an animal lover, she had a great time with Mr.E's class sponge. ~ signed E. Callahan (I was the one trying to lick the sponge!)      

Sponge Sleepover

At a sleepover at my friend's house, with a few other girls, the sponge came with me, and we had a blast!  I brought my cello and played Good King Wenceslas for the sponge. The sponge was up way to late because it could hear us partying in the attic. Everyone thought the sponge was very entertaining because it WAS!!!!  It was wearing its beret as you can see in the pictures, and it looked very stylish.  The sponge went through about two or three bottles of water in two DAYS!!!!  WOW!!!!  That is a thirsty little sponge we have here, isn't it?  The sponge and I had an amazingly wonderful time!!!

Sponge Dons Hat For Evening with Mr. E

Going with the wildly popular, but slightly cocky French affect, the Sponge (avec beret) stayed up past 8:00 entertaining Mr. E and friends. Throughout the evening, the sponge was its usual demur self, perhaps redefining the "silent type" once and for all. Still, as you can see, good times and "human speech" are not necessarily synonymous.  In fact, vocal (and perhaps spinal) cords, we have come to realize, are a tad overrated, maybe more encumbrance than evolutionary advantage. As the evening wore on, Mr E was overheard saying, "I feel as though my relationship with the sponge has taken on new meaning; it has definitely fallen to new depths!" Stay tuned.

Have an experience with the class sponge!

Sign up to borrow the class sponge. Over an assigned weekend, give the sponge an experience it'll never forget. Take it out to eat. Take it bowling. Allow it to share with your family, a dinner, an outing. Do something special,  just the two of you, if you would rather. Share your hobbies, your pastimes, your exciting side, or your boring side. Photograph it. Write about it. This experience with the class sponge could be a life changer, a real climax. Sign up now!