were to tell me Harry’s work was going to be in an art show, I would say…
That is
not
going to happen!
But it did.
You have to read this story to find out
how
.
There are plenty of surprises along the way. And the ending? Well, it was on TV!
It all started one Monday morning, a few days before Saint Patrick’s Day. Kids in Room 3B were taking off their coats, hats, and gloves. Harry was looking out the window at the school playground and the vacant lot just beyond the school fence. “Oh, man,” he groaned. “The snow is still everywhere. I can’t believe it’s the second week of March! Where’s the grass, anyway?”
Mary was at her desk, showing Song Lee and Ida her little doll. It had lots of hair. Mary reached for her art supply box. “I’m going to trim my doll’s bangs with these,” she said, holding up a pair of scissors with red handles. “My brand-new scarlet scissors!”
“Ohhh…scarlet,” Ida replied. “I love that bright red color.”
“Me too,” Song Lee said. “It reminds me of a candy apple.” They watchedMary carefully cut her doll’s yellow hair.
Just as the last morning bell rang, our teacher, Miss Mackle, hurried into the classroom. “Boys and girls, get to your seats, please!” she called out. “At nine o’clock, South School is going on TV!”
“TV? Yahoo!” Sid blurted out.
Song Lee and Ida quickly returned to their seats.
South School on TV? That’s a first!
I thought.
Harry plopped in his chair. He sat between Mary and me. “Have you guys seen any grass that’s
not
covered with snow?” he moaned.
I shook my head.
Mary didn’t answer Harry’s question until she had put her doll in her backpackand brushed the yellow doll hairs off her desk. “Harry,” she finally replied. “How can you talk about the grass right now? We’re going on TV!” Then she took out her hand mirror and checked her teeth.
Harry just shrugged.
Miss Mackle reached for the remote control and clicked the ON button. “Keep your eyes on the screen, boys and girls,” she ordered. “Oh, I’m so excited!”
We were all excited, too—except for Harry.
South School Goes on TV
A ll of us watched a picture come on the TV screen. It was our school library. The camera zoomed in on two fifth graders, a girl and a boy, sitting at a table. There was a globe next to them.
“Welcome to South School’s first TV broadcast,” the girl said. “My name is Bria, and this is Kemba.” The boy waved. “We’re
not
just going to read the lunch menu, or tell you the weather, orwhose birthday it is. We are going to talk about what’s new at South School.”
Kemba continued, “And we begin with exciting news! South School has a new art teacher. Please welcome Mrs. Matalata!”
Everyone in Room 3B clapped. We never had an art teacher before! We watched a woman wearing a long, flowing, colored scarf join the fifth graders at the table.
“You have an interesting name,” Bria said. “What nationality is Matalata?”
“Indonesian,” the art teacher replied.
Bria reached for thenearby globe and pointed to a group of islands. The camera panned in on the South Pacific area. “Indonesia is near the Philippines, Malaysia, and Australia,” she said.
“How cool to be from the South Pacific!” Sid blurted out.
“Shhhh!” Mary scolded. “I don’t want to miss a word.”
“What advice do you have for kids at South School who want to be good artists?” Kemba asked.
Mrs. Matalata looked at the camera. “Draw what you love.”
“All right!” Kemba replied.
Bria smiled. “Are you planning anything special for your first week here at South School?”
“Yes. An art show!” Mrs. Matalatasaid. “We’re going to make posters and display them throughout the school.”
When lots of kids cheered in our room, Harry and I looked at each other.
“Well, that leaves us out,” I groaned. “They only pick the best art for art shows.”
“That’s the way it always is,” Harry
That is
not
going to happen!
But it did.
You have to read this story to find out
how
.
There are plenty of surprises along the way. And the ending? Well, it was on TV!
It all started one Monday morning, a few days before Saint Patrick’s Day. Kids in Room 3B were taking off their coats, hats, and gloves. Harry was looking out the window at the school playground and the vacant lot just beyond the school fence. “Oh, man,” he groaned. “The snow is still everywhere. I can’t believe it’s the second week of March! Where’s the grass, anyway?”
Mary was at her desk, showing Song Lee and Ida her little doll. It had lots of hair. Mary reached for her art supply box. “I’m going to trim my doll’s bangs with these,” she said, holding up a pair of scissors with red handles. “My brand-new scarlet scissors!”
“Ohhh…scarlet,” Ida replied. “I love that bright red color.”
“Me too,” Song Lee said. “It reminds me of a candy apple.” They watchedMary carefully cut her doll’s yellow hair.
Just as the last morning bell rang, our teacher, Miss Mackle, hurried into the classroom. “Boys and girls, get to your seats, please!” she called out. “At nine o’clock, South School is going on TV!”
“TV? Yahoo!” Sid blurted out.
Song Lee and Ida quickly returned to their seats.
South School on TV? That’s a first!
I thought.
Harry plopped in his chair. He sat between Mary and me. “Have you guys seen any grass that’s
not
covered with snow?” he moaned.
I shook my head.
Mary didn’t answer Harry’s question until she had put her doll in her backpackand brushed the yellow doll hairs off her desk. “Harry,” she finally replied. “How can you talk about the grass right now? We’re going on TV!” Then she took out her hand mirror and checked her teeth.
Harry just shrugged.
Miss Mackle reached for the remote control and clicked the ON button. “Keep your eyes on the screen, boys and girls,” she ordered. “Oh, I’m so excited!”
We were all excited, too—except for Harry.
South School Goes on TV
A ll of us watched a picture come on the TV screen. It was our school library. The camera zoomed in on two fifth graders, a girl and a boy, sitting at a table. There was a globe next to them.
“Welcome to South School’s first TV broadcast,” the girl said. “My name is Bria, and this is Kemba.” The boy waved. “We’re
not
just going to read the lunch menu, or tell you the weather, orwhose birthday it is. We are going to talk about what’s new at South School.”
Kemba continued, “And we begin with exciting news! South School has a new art teacher. Please welcome Mrs. Matalata!”
Everyone in Room 3B clapped. We never had an art teacher before! We watched a woman wearing a long, flowing, colored scarf join the fifth graders at the table.
“You have an interesting name,” Bria said. “What nationality is Matalata?”
“Indonesian,” the art teacher replied.
Bria reached for thenearby globe and pointed to a group of islands. The camera panned in on the South Pacific area. “Indonesia is near the Philippines, Malaysia, and Australia,” she said.
“How cool to be from the South Pacific!” Sid blurted out.
“Shhhh!” Mary scolded. “I don’t want to miss a word.”
“What advice do you have for kids at South School who want to be good artists?” Kemba asked.
Mrs. Matalata looked at the camera. “Draw what you love.”
“All right!” Kemba replied.
Bria smiled. “Are you planning anything special for your first week here at South School?”
“Yes. An art show!” Mrs. Matalatasaid. “We’re going to make posters and display them throughout the school.”
When lots of kids cheered in our room, Harry and I looked at each other.
“Well, that leaves us out,” I groaned. “They only pick the best art for art shows.”
“That’s the way it always is,” Harry
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