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My Weird School #21: Ms. Krup Cracks Me Up!
Field Trips Are Boring
My name is A.J. and I hate school.
It was Monday—the worst day of the week. We were on our way to lunch in the vomitorium at Ella Mentry School. My friend Ryan Dole was the line leader. I was the door holder. All the guys were talking about the big football game that was on TV over the weekend. All the girls were gabbing about some girly stuff, like what color shoes they have.
"Enough chitchat!" said our teacher, Mrs. Daisy.
Mrs. Daisy used to be Miss Daisy, but she went off and got married to our reading specialist, Mr. Macky. So now we call her Mrs. Daisy.
"I just got some great news!" she told us. "Next week our class is going on a field trip!"
"Yay!" yelled all the girls.
"Boo!" yelled all the boys.
Ugh! I remember the last time we went on a field trip. It was totally lame. Do you know why? We went on a field trip . . . to a field! How lame is that? We had to look at disgusting bugs. Our science teacher, Mr. Docker, even ate one of them. But then, Mr. Docker is off his rocker.
We should go on a field trip to an amusement park or a video arcade. That would be cool.
"I love field trips!" said this annoying girl with curly brown hair named Andrea, who loves everythingteachers love.
"Me too!" said her crybaby friend, Emily. "Where are we going?"
"We're going to visit a natural history museum!" Mrs. Daisy said, all excited.
What?! A natural history museum?
Natural stuff is boring.
History is boring.
And nothing'smore boring than a museum.
So a natural history museum is sure to be the most boring place in the history of the world!
Now you know why I hate school.My Weird School #21: Ms. Krup Cracks Me Up!. Copyright © by Dan Gutman. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.