desk. âMy name is Mr. Cucumber,â he said as though he were angry about it. âIâve been teaching for ten years. During that time I have expelled ten students. Do you know why?â
I did, but didnât dare answer.
âThe first person to make fun of my name will repeat sixth grade ⦠No ifs, ands, or buts. Period. You all understand?â We nodded mutely.
âSit!â he ordered. We dropped down like sandbags.
He sat behind his desk, leaned back, and folded his hands behind his huge bald head. âToday is your last chance for a summer free from school. In my briefcase â¦â He tapped it with a long wooden pointer. Tap. Tap. Tap. â ⦠I have exams that will measure your knowledge of English, mathematics, world history, and science. If you
pass all four subjects, you donât come back until September. If you fail even one, you have me five days a week for six weeks in a row until I mash some knowledge into your empty brains.â
I could not think of one fact I knew for sure about any of those subjects. I peeked at the other students. They looked as sweaty and empty-headed as me.
Mr. Cucumber stood, removed the tests, and placed one face-down on each of our desks. âYou will have an hour per section,â he explained, and checked his watch. âThe first section is math. Go.â
I turned over my exam. I was sunk right away. I didnât even get a chance to have some tiny bit of false hope. The first problem was in meters, kilometers, decimeters, grams, and liters. I skipped that problem and leafed through the entire section. It was not multiple choice. I knew right away what Iâd be doing for the next six weeks. My head drooped over like a hanged manâs. I asked myself, How many meters of rope does it take to make a noose?
I did all the math I could, then quit. When the hour was up, we had a ten-minute break. I ran to find Betsy.
She was at the water fountain. When she saw me she asked, âHow many grams in an ounce?â
I threw up my hands.
âLooks like Iâll have the house to myself while Momâs away,â she said with supreme confidence.
âHey, just wait till you get to science,â I said as snottily as I could.
âAlready did it,â she sang. âI skipped ahead.â
I felt like an idiot.
At the end of the day the tests were graded before we went home. No one in my group passed.
âIf you study, study, study,â said Mr. Cucumber when he called me to his desk, âyou might make it.â
I felt doomed.
âOne final question,â he asked before I left. âIs a cucumber a vegetable or a tuber or a berry?â
This had to be a trick question. I always thought it was a vegetable. âA tuber,â I guessed.
âItâs going to be a long summer,â he replied and grinned like a rottweiler. He did not look like a vegetarian. He was definitely a meat eater.
When I went outside, Betsy was surrounded by other girls her age. They listened to every word she said. I thought they were going to drop down and kiss her feet.
I squeezed in between her fans. âGuess what,â she said to me and flicked her hair back to look more glamorous. âI did so well I get to skip a grade. And you?â
I had to turn things around. I was going downhill fast. Dad was kicking my butt. Mr. Cucumber was a fiend. Betsy was an instant success at everything. And I was a loser. I really missed Pete. It was his job to be on the bottom of the barrel. Now the entire barrel was sitting on me. I couldnât get any lower.
âDonât wait for me,â Betsy said as I dropped my head in shame. âI have a different ride home.â
Great, I thought, as I walked around front. Leave me with the maniac. The way he drives, theyâll soon be hosing my face off the front grille of a tractor-trailer.
When the midget turned into the driveway he headed
for me like a locomotive that
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