At exactly 11:17 every Fish Stick Tuesday, I raise my hand in algebra class and make a very important announcement.
“Seamus Hinkle,” Mr. McGill will say, peering at me over the tops of his dusty glasses. “To what do I owe the honor?”
“I need to use the restroom,” I’ll say.
“I need to go on a permanent tropical vacation. Is there a pass for that?”
This is Mr. McGill’s idea of a joke. Not bad, considering he’s a math teacher who memorizes pi for fun.
“The period’s almost over,” he’ll continue....