My First Day Of Summer School Essay
On Monday, I go to my first day of summer school. When I arrive, there is my old teacher, Mr. James. I say, “Hello, Mr. James! Lucky day! Guess what? It’s me! Francisco!”
Mr. James says, “Yes, I see that. Please sit down. It’s time for our very first test. You did do the pre-reading, right?”
I say, “I did not do the pre-reading. Or the reading. Or the post reading. I did not do any reading at all because it is summer and that is just wrong.”
He says, “Well. Here’s your test. It is fill-in-the-blank. Good luck. Please, sit down.”
But I cannot sit down. It is not sittingdowntime. It is summertime. Summer is time for skipping and prancing and playing soccer.
Mr. James says, “Get down from there. Give me the soccer ball, Cisco.”
Mr. James is not so good at receiving soccer balls, even when he asks for them. Especially ones hit with speed and precision at close range from atop a desk by the worlds’ best soccer player, me, Francisco.
Good news! Summer school is cancelled for the day!
Francisco’s Soccer Rule #xx:
Things that Don’t Go Together Fill in the Blank Test:
Q: Face is to soccer ball as summer is to ___.
I am excited to come home early from summer school, but when I arrive at the Shaw house, Tommy isn’t there. I look everywhere for him. In the trees. In the attic. In Mrs. Quindley’s house next door, which surprises her very many because I didn’t “knock” or “ring the bell” and “just busted in like a criminal oh lordy lordy hand me that towel.”…