Mrs. Dole Is Out of Control! (My Weird School Daze, Book 1)

Mrs. Dole Is Out of Control! (My Weird School Daze, Book 1)

Dan Gutman

Language: English

Pages: 24

ISBN: B005ONMT0M

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


A.J. and the gang are graduating! But the out-of-control PTA president is turning the whole thing into a huge ceremony complete with fireworks, a petting zoo, and a flyover by the Blue Angels! Is moving up to third grade such a big deal? And what could possibly go wrong?

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said. “What does she like more than anything?” “Flowers?” suggested Neil the nude kid. “Shoes?” said Michael. Suddenly I got the greatest idea in the history of the world. “Bonbons!” I shouted. “Yeah! Bonbons!” everybody agreed. Bonbons are yummy chocolate treats. Mrs. Daisy eats them all the time. (Well, not while she’s taking a shower. That would be weird.) She told us that she can eat a whole box of bonbons in one sitting. Everybody thought giving Mrs. Daisy bonbons was a great idea.

blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah he can’t go on much longer blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah I think he’s almost finished blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah I think I’m gonna die blah

crybaby friend. She looked all worried, like she does whenever anybody in the world is sick. “She’s fine,” said Mr. Klutz. “Actually, I’m glad Mrs. Daisy is late, because the new PTA president wants to speak to you in private. I’d like to introduce—” Mr. Klutz never had the chance to finish his sentence. You’ll never believe in a million hundred years who walked into the door. Nobody! Because if you walked into a door, it would hurt. But you’ll never believe who walked into the doorway. It

last challenge for you.” “What is it?” somebody yelled. “If you kids line up in an orderly fashion and come onstage for your diplomas,” said Mr. Klutz, “I will let you throw your caps up in the air.” All right! Throwing stuff is fun! That’s the first rule of being a kid. At school, grown-ups are constantly telling us we’re not allowed to throw stuff. It was time for the big moment. Finally we were going to get our diplomas, throw our caps in the air, and eat cake. We all lined up next to the

class, unless it’s your birthday and they’re bringing cupcakes for everybody. That’s the first rule of being a kid. “Wow, the president of the PTA is important,” I whispered to Ryan. “That’s almost like being president of the United States.” Ryan slid farther under his desk. Andrea crossed her arms and said, “Humphf.” Whenever somebody crosses their arms and says “Humphf,” it means they’re mad. Nobody knows why. “Good morning!” said Mrs. Dole. “Are you kids excited about the end of school?”

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