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My experiment

I don’t get it about boys. Especially Russell and Tom and Otto. Miss VanDuyne always has to call them down and make them stop talking in class. How can they just blurt out stuff like that all the time? I would be too scared to say anything without raising my hand first. Sure, I get checks on my report card for “Whispers too much,” but to talk out loud like that is strange.

That’s what I was thinking when I thought of my experiment. I was going to try to say something out loud when I wasn’t supposed to be talking. But I couldn’t think of anything to say. Then I remembered a joke my daddy told me. Yes! I would do it. I would tell my joke.

I waited for a good time to take the chance. When Miss VanDuyne had to step out of the room for a few minutes I knew it was time, but the boys were already talking. But it was now or never, so I mustered up all my courage and looked at everybody.

“Did you know you have seven holes in your head?” I began. Then I explained, “You have two eyes, two ears, two holes in your nose, and one for your mouth!”

Whew! I did it! My heart was beating fast.

Soon Miss VanDuyne came back to the classroom. “Janice was talking,” one of the students said.

“No I wasn’t,” I quickly replied. Miss VanDuyne didn’t say anything so I didn’t get into trouble. But I decided it wasn’t a good idea after all. It was too hard.

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Football is for boys

     Once I lived across the street from a boy in my class. He had a younger sister, and sometimes I went to his house to play with her. One day I got my courage up and knocked on his door. When he answered I just said, “Do you want to play?” To my surprise he said yes. It was pretty cold out, so we stayed in the house and played tic tac toe and drew pictures and stuff like that. We had fun so I went back a few more times.

     Before long it began to warm up outside. That was when I learned he liked football. So I figured that if I was going to play with him I was going to have to play football too. Well, when I ran with the football – wham! he tackled me really hard. After two or three more tackles like that I decided I didn’t want to play with him any more. Football was for boys!

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