Welsh puts talkers. The good thing is I have Pierra Kempner at my table and she is a kind of girl who is fun plus almost all her clothes and her sneakers and her coat are purple which Jonique and I think is cool but which our mothers would never go for. And I have Emily Kate and she is like my grandfather says: a good egg. But here's the really bad worst news: Right across from me is Melonhead. And all day long he kept flicking paper bits at me and I stared at him hard and mean so he would know to CUT IT OUT but he didn't. So finally I told him to STOP IT and Mr. Welsh told me to SETTLE DOWN and he didn't want to hear about the paper bits. But even that is not the biggest thing I am thinking about. The biggest thing is that I have a problem that, like Madam says, is looming large, which means is extremely big and on your mind a lot, and it is Jake. So when I got home from school today I asked Madam to make me a recommendation on how to get a turn with that guinea pig. But at that minute she was working on answering a problem question for “Dear Lucy Rose”
