Anne Frank - Chatterbox

This is a cloze passage from "Anne Frank - the Diary of a Young Girl", enjoy:

P 11
I get along pretty ______ with all my teachers. There are nine of ______, seven men and two women. Mr Keesing, the old fogey who teaches maths, was ________ with me for ages because I talked so much. After several warnings, he _________ me extra homework. An essay on the subject ‘A Chatterbox’. A chatterbox, what can you write about that? I’d worry about that later, I decided. I jotted down the title in my notebook, tucked it in my bag and tried to keep _______.

That evening, after I’d finished the rest of my homework, the note about the essay ________ my eye. I began thinking about the subject while ________ the tip of my fountain pen. Anyone could ramble on and leave big spaces between the words, but the trick was to come up with convincing _________ to prove the necessity of talking. I thought and thought, and suddenly I had an idea. I wrote the three pages Mr Keesing had assigned me and was satisfied. I _______ that talking is a female trait and that I would do my best to keep it under ________, but that I would never be able to ____ myself of the habit, since my mother talked as much as I did, if not more, and that there’s not much you can do about _______ traits.

Mr Keesing had a good laugh at my arguments, but when I _________ to talk my way through the next lesson, he assigned me a second essay. This time it was supposed to be on ‘An Incorrigible Chatterbox’. I handed it in, and Mr Keesing had nothing to complain about for two ______ lessons. However, during the third lesson he’d finally ____ enough. ‘Anne Frank, as punishment for talking in class, write an essay entitled “’Quack, Quack, Quack,’ Said Mistress Chatterback”.’

The class roared, I had to laugh too, though I’d nearly exhausted my ingenuity on the topic of chatterboxes. It was time to come up with something else, something ________. My friend Sanne, who’s good at poetry, offered to help me write the essay from beginning to end in verse. I ________ for joy. Keesing was trying to play a joke on me with this ridiculous subject, but I’d make sure the joke was on him.

I finished my poem, and it was beautiful! It was about a mother duck and a father swan with three baby ducklings who were bitten to death by the father because they __________ too much. Luckily, Keesing took the joke the right way. He read the poem to the class, adding his own comments, and to several other classes as well. Since then I’ve been allowed to talk and haven’t been assigned any extra homework. One the contrary, Keesing’s always ________ jokes these days.