applause, even the kids who were still half asleep.
“Yes, I think it’s a grand time, too,” Principal Bernard continued. “And I wanted to make some formal announcements about the activities and events that Far Hills Junior High has planned, since it’s our first holiday season together like this. First, I’d like to thank each and every one of you for helping to decorate the classrooms and hallways.”
The room applauded again.
“Settle down, settle down,” the principal said, holding his hands up. “I would also like to thank the committees dedicated to our goodwill Winter Jubilee events.”
Madison glanced over in Ivy’s direction and Ivy looked back.
“Now, as I understand it, many of you will be singing in a concert at The Estates tomorrow and at school again on Saturday afternoon. The faculty and administration are so pleased with your participation. Give yourselves a hand for that, boys and girls.”
Egg heaved his fist into the air. “Woo-woo!” he said. The room started clapping once more. Even Madison, Aimee, and Fiona were whooping.
“There is a distinct group of students, however,” Principal Bernard continued, “who deserve our special attention, and I would like to thank those volunteers who have taken extra time out of their busy schedules to meet with residents of The Estates a few times each week. Let’s all give the Adopt-a-Grandparent crew a warm thank-you. I’m talking about…”
He read through the list of names.
Madison wormed around in her seat as she usually did when someone called attention to her in a large room. She loved to be recognized, but in smaller ways than this. Madison liked it when her friends paid attention, when Mom and Dad noticed, or when Bigwheels wrote e-mails. Having her name read out to a million other seventh graders (well, 246 to be exact) wasn’t Madison’s idea of holiday fun.
She glanced over at Ivy again. This time, Ivy shrugged and smiled. The drones didn’t seem to notice.
Lucky for Madison’s self-consciousness, the assembly didn’t last much longer. And the rest of the day flew by just as quickly.
Fiona had to attend a party for the soccer team after school and Aimee had rehearsals for The Nutcracker, so Madison walked home alone. When she arrived home from school that afternoon, she raced to check her e-mailbox.
From: Bigwheels
To: MadFinn
Subject: Good Luck
Date: Mon 17 Dec 3:13 PM
Tomorrow is the big day, right? I wanted to send e-mail and wish you LUCK. I know you will sing great (even though you say u can’t sing LOL).
Tonight is the seventh night of Hanukkah. Did I tell you I was Jewish? I guessed ur not b/c u were talking about Christmas. Hey that’s one thing we don’t have in common but that’s ok. So far this week I have gotten the coolest Hanukkah gifts like this sweater I wanted and a leather journal (I know u would love that one) and earrings and other smaller stuff. Have you ever been to a menorah-lighting ceremony? We have this AWESOME menorah that my father made in some pottery class he took. Even though he’s a real estate agent, I think he wishes he made pottery instead. Anyway, it’s painted and pretty and I wish I could invite u over for a ceremony before Hanukkah ends. Y do u live so far?
I was glad to hear that ur Mom will probably go to the concert. U have to let me know what happens!!! Check out the greeting card link on bigfishbowl to read a funny card from me to you. It’s under the password 67672. I sent it for extra good luck.
BTW: Are u getting Hart a Christmas or Hanukkah present? Maybe he’ll give you something?
FC—Fingers crossed.
Write back soon.
Yours till the light bulbs,
Vicki aka Bigwheels
Madison was about to check the link Bigwheels had sent when she received a message.
JeffFinn>: What do snowmen call their kids?
Madison laughed. Dad was sending her a joke ? She responded anyway and they started to chat.
: I give up Dad
: Chill-dren HA HA
“Yes, I think it’s a grand time, too,” Principal Bernard continued. “And I wanted to make some formal announcements about the activities and events that Far Hills Junior High has planned, since it’s our first holiday season together like this. First, I’d like to thank each and every one of you for helping to decorate the classrooms and hallways.”
The room applauded again.
“Settle down, settle down,” the principal said, holding his hands up. “I would also like to thank the committees dedicated to our goodwill Winter Jubilee events.”
Madison glanced over in Ivy’s direction and Ivy looked back.
“Now, as I understand it, many of you will be singing in a concert at The Estates tomorrow and at school again on Saturday afternoon. The faculty and administration are so pleased with your participation. Give yourselves a hand for that, boys and girls.”
Egg heaved his fist into the air. “Woo-woo!” he said. The room started clapping once more. Even Madison, Aimee, and Fiona were whooping.
“There is a distinct group of students, however,” Principal Bernard continued, “who deserve our special attention, and I would like to thank those volunteers who have taken extra time out of their busy schedules to meet with residents of The Estates a few times each week. Let’s all give the Adopt-a-Grandparent crew a warm thank-you. I’m talking about…”
He read through the list of names.
Madison wormed around in her seat as she usually did when someone called attention to her in a large room. She loved to be recognized, but in smaller ways than this. Madison liked it when her friends paid attention, when Mom and Dad noticed, or when Bigwheels wrote e-mails. Having her name read out to a million other seventh graders (well, 246 to be exact) wasn’t Madison’s idea of holiday fun.
She glanced over at Ivy again. This time, Ivy shrugged and smiled. The drones didn’t seem to notice.
Lucky for Madison’s self-consciousness, the assembly didn’t last much longer. And the rest of the day flew by just as quickly.
Fiona had to attend a party for the soccer team after school and Aimee had rehearsals for The Nutcracker, so Madison walked home alone. When she arrived home from school that afternoon, she raced to check her e-mailbox.
From: Bigwheels
To: MadFinn
Subject: Good Luck
Date: Mon 17 Dec 3:13 PM
Tomorrow is the big day, right? I wanted to send e-mail and wish you LUCK. I know you will sing great (even though you say u can’t sing LOL).
Tonight is the seventh night of Hanukkah. Did I tell you I was Jewish? I guessed ur not b/c u were talking about Christmas. Hey that’s one thing we don’t have in common but that’s ok. So far this week I have gotten the coolest Hanukkah gifts like this sweater I wanted and a leather journal (I know u would love that one) and earrings and other smaller stuff. Have you ever been to a menorah-lighting ceremony? We have this AWESOME menorah that my father made in some pottery class he took. Even though he’s a real estate agent, I think he wishes he made pottery instead. Anyway, it’s painted and pretty and I wish I could invite u over for a ceremony before Hanukkah ends. Y do u live so far?
I was glad to hear that ur Mom will probably go to the concert. U have to let me know what happens!!! Check out the greeting card link on bigfishbowl to read a funny card from me to you. It’s under the password 67672. I sent it for extra good luck.
BTW: Are u getting Hart a Christmas or Hanukkah present? Maybe he’ll give you something?
FC—Fingers crossed.
Write back soon.
Yours till the light bulbs,
Vicki aka Bigwheels
Madison was about to check the link Bigwheels had sent when she received a message.
JeffFinn>: What do snowmen call their kids?
Madison laughed. Dad was sending her a joke ? She responded anyway and they started to chat.
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