Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for June 04, 2021

Now he wishes he got an MBA.

So what’s your principal complaint?…..

Whether you’re a principal yourself or not, it’s not hard to relate to this guy.

“A double dose of Valium, please.” For both kids and principal.

I can relate. I hate working for a whinny boss

Shades of Peanuts in the last panel.

I bet Calvin’s and Susie’s yelling and crying can be heard throughout the school’s corridors.

So THIS is how you get them to join forces. Not worth it.

Somehow, I’m impressed by his more human side (the little cretin, I mean).

I’m wondering if dealing with Calvin makes Mr. Spittle hit the bottle as much as Ms. Wormwood does.;-D

So Susie instigates the whole thing and then immediately tries to blame it on Calvin. No wonder he never liked her.

For once, Calvin is telling the truth and this shows us that these two are cut from the same mold and made for each other. Aaahhh, sweet destiny.

Mr. Spittle?

I can remember being upset when sent to the Principal’s office……but more worried about what would happen if my parents found out!

Love the Principal’s name, “Mr. Spittle”. HAHAHA!

Nowadays, it’s the assistant principal in a given school that handles student discipline.

When I saw this comic as a kid, I thought the principal actually spanked them in the last panel

Hate to admit it but that last panel reminded me of, well me at Calvin and Susie’s age.

They’ve already done all your work for you. Just send them back to class with an, “I’ve got my eye on you two.”

Given what spittle means (saliva; spit.), was this Mr. Watterson’s jab at a principal he knew?

I’d make a terrible principle, right now I’d be laughing my head off, poor kids…lol

I never saw a girl paddled, but the boys just turned around, bent over, and took their medicine. No tears.

They’re kind of making me want to spank them.

Wait till you speak to the parents.

As a middle school teacher I muttered that to myself a few (hundred) times.

These two have a mutual aberration society going on for themselves.

“Could you describe the ruckus, sir?”

This is weird. Calvin usually doesn’t care if he’s in trouble.

1st grade me when I had to go down to the office because the principal wanted to make sure I’m okay but I don’t know

“I’m going to put these earplugs in until I see the two of you shake hands.”

My only memory of being paddled was in grade school, don’t remember what the offense was. And I only remember being sent to the Principal’s Office once, in Junior High, and I do remember what that was for. In Band Class, another boy and I were shooting rolled-up and bent paper wads at each other with rubber-band-between-two-fingers “slingshots”…

One of the few times Calvin has cried in the strip’s run!

Today, the parents would be there threatening to sue the school system. And that’s why our education system is in the mess that it’s in.

Oh, how sweet – a bonding moment between Calvin and Susie…

Mr. Spittle. heh heh

As if Calvin has never been to the principal’s office before.

Call Mr Hobbes as a character witness.

Susie was the one passing notes. And Calvin’s in trouble for telling on her??

Was the principal’s first name “Lick”?

I once talked to a principal who had moved from a junior high to an elementary school. When I asked him how it was going, he said, “When I’m walking down the hall, I have so many kids grabbing onto me that it feels like hundreds of little spiders crawling all over me.” With the expression he had, I wasn’t sure if he found it annoying or funny.

I graduated from Chatham Township Grade school with an A+ in "principal’s office’. 1947, during one lunch time adventure I opened my Tom Mix thermos filled with Mom’s home made potato & onion soup made with raw milk. It had enough hours to ferment into an odor that would make a garbage truck worker faint. When I uncorked it the kids at my table made gagging sound. when the unique bouquet wafted their way. Cafeteria monitor heard the ruckus & came over to our bench table. I was told to cork the thermos & finish my lunch in the principal’s office. The principal’s wife was working there & advised me not to eat the soup when I uncorked the thermos. Soup odor didn’t go well with AB Dick printing ink smell.

Educators bear a heavy burden.

Most principals prefer to leave that unpleasant duty to their assistant principals.

It’s all about the principals, ya knows.

Nowadays they’d tell the principal to bleep himself and stab him.

I never noticed until now that his tie is messed up.

Join the drama club Calvin and Susie.

“Mrs. Wormwood” “Mr. Spittle”