(Strip Number 4088, Original Publication Date, 3 November 1981)
Panel 1: We find Elly in the hallway of the local community college holding a pamphlet of some sort; as she frowns in consternation, she thought-bubbles "I'm late; now where is the heck that dumb, stupid Room 416?"
Panel 2: Having arrived at Dumb Stupid Room 416, she charges towards her seat like an idiot; as she smacks one of her dumb, stupid classmates in the back of his dumb, stupid head with her dumb, stupid briefcase she stammers "Heh heh, oops; excuse me pardon me."
Panel 3: Having ripped her nylons because she more or less ran into her desk, she angrily thought-bubbles "OW!!! Dumb nylons!! I've ripped my lousy stupid crummy cheap NYLONS!!"
Panel 4: The instructor's welcoming her and the rest of the (far more organized because they're not busy mothers with no help and no time to themselves) students to "English: Our Creative Language" leaves Elly gobsmacked.
Summary: That's because, well, she thinks that she speaks far better English than she actually does; going to classes not only takes discipline she doesn't have, it reminds her that she's fairly ignorant. Sure, John, Mike and Phil might make assy comments about how it'd be better for her to take housewifey classes but they're tap-dancing around the real problem: Elly's mouth is writing cheques her ass can't cash academically. I'm convinced that the real reason she married John is that she needed a reason to stay in Ontario after the University told her that if she wasn't going to take her coursework seriously, they had no choice but to kick her lazy ass out.