field trip

I didn't want to go. I agreed and everything when Miss Pennyhook, the 7th grade science teacher, asked me. Deep down, though, I really didn't want to. I didn't like museums. I didn't like bus rides. I didn't like eating my lunch out of a bag with thirty some odd students. Usually lunch time is my time, or at least my time with Mr. Sven, Mr. Darceau's 8th grade student teacher this semester. We've been eating together since his very first week. We huddle around my small desk during 4th period and talk about things like our parents or Jay Leno. We absolutely love talking about Jay Leno.

When I broke the news to Mr. Sven (I call him Jason because that is his first name) I could tell he was upset. He gave me a look he'd never given me. He ate his apple in silence.

"Do you think you'll be able to survive a day without me," I said, trying to lighten the mood as Jason stuffed his apple core into his brown lunch bag. "Do you think you'll get by."

After a short pause and after Jason got the wrapper off his granola bar with his teeth, he said, "I think so."

Jason bit into his granola bar and as he was chewing he asked if I would bring him back a souvenier, which of course I said I would. I love buying a good souvenier.