I guess some days you just have school anxiety.

This'd school starts again tomorrow.

I am my clothes.

All later.

I even have my lunch made.

Now I'm going out to stand my What you gonna do out there?

What?

You just tell her you don't know your name.

Whenever school starts up again, I get butterflies in my stomach.

Come on, Charlie Brown.

There are so many wonderful things to learn about.

Miss Othmar, which you please repeat the subject for our report.

Write a two page theme on back to school.

How do you teachers keep coming up with these great new ideas?

No one can deny the joy of a summer vacation with its days of warms and freedom.

It must be admitted, however, that true joy lies in returning toe are holes.

Is not life itself a learning process till we not mature according to our learn.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, why, thank you.

I'm glad you liked it.

Has the years go by?

You learn what sells, Blake?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm awake.

Why did she think I've been sleeping?

Were seen?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm awake.

Most of me is awake.

I think one hand is still asleep.

I don't even know where it is.

Did you need the rest of me for anything?

I'm weak, ma'am, but I can't raise my head.

Maybe you could give me a favor, ma'am.

Maybe you could send out for a new Sorry, ma'am, I can't re raise my head.

Maybe if you walked around to the side of the room and stood there just a little to the left of the radiator.

In a true or false test, the first question is almost always truth.

That means the next one will be false to sort of Valence, the true one.

The next one will also be false to break the pattern, then another truth and then two more false ones and then three truly in a row, then another false and another true E.

Hope you learned a lesson.

You fail that true false test because you didn't study?

No, I merely miscalculated.

If I had started with the false instead of a true and the three truth would have been cautious.

And the cough that followed the true wouldn't friend.

Mm.

Uh, my Oh, yeah.

It's my report on Emily Dickinson, ma'am.

I made it into a hat this morning, so I wouldn't forget it.

It looks great with that being blast you're wearing.

You're weird.

Fine.

A B plus about that I gotta be.

You should try it.

My I've already thought about it.

Sure.

Mercy.

You have to outdo me, didn't you?

You have to make a longer report and a bigger hat.

And given a hidden que my hope.

Your hat is so big, you can't see where you're going and you run into a tree.

The teachers thought I was sort of creative, I guess because gave me a B.

Plus.

Next thing I know, Marcie makes at two gets an A.

Pretty soon everybody will be doing it.

Maybe soon.