11 The Great Debate

CHAPTER 11 THE GREAT DEBATE DON'T YOU OWN A COMB? Well, Doris and I are in front of the whole class. I feel like I'm under a microscope. I should have combed my hair more, but Doris has a pimple on the end of her nose.

We shake hands and she goes first. She says that she's for women's rights and total equality. I ask her why she gets to go first. "Because I'm a girl, of course," she sneers. "Oh," I reply. GIRLS FIRST. BUT

Then it's my turn. "Knock, knock!" "Who's there?" says everyone. "Debate," I answer. "Debate who?!" shouts the class. "Put debate on the hook and we'll go fishing!" I laugh. "That's not funny," says Doris, poking me in the back.

"Is too," says I, poking her back. "Is not," says Doris, stamping her foot. "Is," I say, stamping mine. "Not," says Doris, crossing her eyes. "Is," says I, crossing mine. We go on until the lunch bell rings and ends our debate. FELLOW STUDENTS WHAT?