We’re writing till our hands ache. Ms. Page said something about using our ‘thinking-and-writing muscle’ every day. Yeeesh, I just don’t like the sound of that. All summer I was sure I had Ms. Page figured out. Here I was ready for a whole year of doing as little work as possible. And now we’re in Marine boot camp, doing exercises first thing in the morning.
I swear it felt like breakfast was an inch from coming back up.
Kind of glad it didn’t, since Mrs. Nix showed up right about then.
I looked over at Ms. Page. Suddenly she was the one who looked like her breakfast was an inch from coming back up.