What is not Super Excellent

Miss Lois gave me homework to do while I was gone. So now I have to take the boring school stuff with me, which is not as fun as I thought it was going to be. The only okay part of the homework is the project to write a two-page story about something smaller than a peanut butter sandwich.

This was one of Mr. Frank's new ideas, and it seemed like a good one, except a lot of kids weren't listening and got confused. They thought we were supposed to write a story about a peanut butter sandwich. Marta, the girl with the longest hair in our whole class, said, "Excuse me, Mr. Frank, but I'm allergic to peanuts, so I shouldn't write about them because I might get sick and then have to get a shot."

Miss Lois didn't even let Mr. Frank answer. She said, "Now, children, forget about the peanut butter sandwich and just write a story about something that is smaller than this square." And then she drew a square that was the same size as a peanut butter sandwich on the chalkboard.

Mr. Frank looked unhappy and his face got red. Grace F. was looking at Mr. Frank at exactly the same time as I was. It looked like she gave him a secret smile to try to make him feel better, but it must have been a mistake, because there is no way the Big Meanie could have even one drop of empathy power inside her.