My class is good well most of the time but as soon as we get new kids every year for some reason.
Let's Just say that all Hades breaks loose. It's not like we're bad kids or anything, except for maybe Phillip Cranston but he's the exception and everyone knows it. Heck, he never lets you forget it. This it was different for everyone and in the strangest of ways too. It's hard to explain so forgive me as I start from the beginning.
Phillip Cranston stood out the very first day of kindergarten. We had a very old, strict teacher, Mrs. Miller, who would scare us into submission - except for Phillip. When we had nap time and were told to rest quietly on our mats, Phillip made his into a choo-choo train instead and scooted around the entire room. However, he always waited until Mrs. Miller was heard snoring a little bit behind her solid oak desk before starting on his ever-changing route. As Phillip perfected his engineering skills and speed, the rest of us watched wide-eyed, wondering if Mrs. Miller would ever awaken, and what would happen.
And one day it happened - she woke up startled, just as Phillip was sweeping underneath her chair that had her skirt draped around it, like it was a long dark tunnel in a mountain pass.
Ever since then he has worked to outdo himself year after year until finally he pulled the big one.
We were planning the perfect gathering that night at our 9th grade school dance. It was decorated in colorful piñatas and streamers.
Usually pinatas are full of candy and other goodies but not when they are filled by Phillip Cranston.
It took our three strongest classmates, Leonard, Joey and Robbie, to wrangle a thick rope through an overhead rafter to hoist the biggest piñata that hovered over the center of the dance floor.
When teachers began arriving that evening to oversee the event, even they were impressed and thought Phillip had turned over a new leaf. For once, he was displaying school spirit!
At the stroke of 9 p.m., it was time to strike the Piñata with a 2x4 piece of lumber painted with orange and blue polka dots. After many whacks, our decidedly rotund geometry teacher, Miss Wilkins, gave the final blow...and cheese whiz spurted all over the crowd!
It kept pouring out, like the muddy Mississippi overflowing its banks in the Spring, and all over Miss Wilkins who was directly underneath.
