6. The Presidents’ Day Challenge

6 The Presidents' Day Challenge

Finally, it was the big night. My mom made me get all dressed up in a jacket and tie. Ugh. "You look so handsome!" she told me. I felt like I was going to a funeral. My own. As we drove to school, I started thinking—I don't know anything about the presidents. Why do I have to represent the school? When we got to the all-porpoise room, the place was packed. All my friends and classmates were there, along with lots of kids and parents from Dirk School. Some of the kids were holding signs. Some were chanting. "Dirk! Dirk! Dirk!"

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There was electricity in the air. Well, not really. If there was electricity in the air, all of us would have been electrocuted. But everybody who was anybody was there. Dr. Carbles, the president of the board of education, was in the front row. So was Peter Porky, the owner of Porky's Pork Sausages. He was sitting between Mayor Hubble and Mr. Wilson, the principal of Dirk School. Even Ella Mentry, the old lady our school was named after, was there. My parents wished me good luck and took the only seats that were left, in the back of the room. I walked down the middle aisle to get to the front. Lots of people took pictures and held out their hands for me to slap. "We're counting on you, A.J.!" "Don't let us down, A.J.!"

"No pressure, A.J.!" "If we lose, it will be all your fault, A.J.!" "Just have fun, A.J.!" "You'd better win, A.J.!" I took a seat next to Andrea in the front row. "It's about time you showed up, Arlo," Andrea whispered. "I thought you were going to chicken out." "No way," I replied. "I'm in it to win it." Mr. Peter Porky of Porky's Pork Sausages climbed up on the stage. Everybody clapped. "Welcome, boys and girls, parents, teachers, and all our guests," said Mr. Porky. "I will be the moderator of tonight's Presidents' Day Challenge and blah blah blah blah..." He went on for a million hundred minutes. Mostly, he talked about Porky's Pork Sausages.

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