Dear Cosmo,
Look at me, writing to my dog! How does it feel to be my pen pal? Is it better than getting your butt scratched? I’m guessing not, but you seemed interested enough when I read you my first entry yesterday.
Anyway, Cosmo, today was the first day of school. This year, I’m in fifth grade. We’re at the top of the elementary heap. There are three options for homeroom teachers you can get in fifth grade. Together, they’re like Goldilocks’s three bears. Mrs. Dunphy is Too Strict. Ms. Letts is Too Annoyed All the Time. And Mr. Glenn is Just Right because his classroom is filled with inflatable animals, a lifesize Frankenstein, constantly blinking Christmas lights, and a rotating disco ball. Every day at 3:00 p.m., kids come out of Mr. Glenn’s class looking like they’ve spent too much time at Dave & Buster’s. Everyone loves him.
Our parents got our homeroom assignments two days ago. I wanted Mr. Glenn, but I got Mrs. Dunphy, the strict one. I had my mom call Violet’s mom, as neither Violet nor I have phones of our own. Violet was at her last day of camp, but Mrs. Vance told me that Violet got Mrs. Dunphy for homeroom, too. I was so relieved. I’ve really missed Violet. She was away at camp all summer….
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