1. MM

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1 MM My name is A.J., and I know what you're thinking. You're thinking about dogs in elevators. Because that's what I'm thinking about. Do dogs know that elevators go up and down? Why would they? If I was a dog and I got into an elevator, how would I know it went up and down? I would just

think it was a cool magic room. You walk into it, some human pushes a button, and the next thing you know, the door opens up and you walk out into this completely different place. Like magic! Why would I know any better? I'm a dog! What do I know about elevators? It must be great to be a dog and go into magical rooms all the time at the push of a button. Anyway, the other day at school, we were about to start a math lesson when we got called down to the all-porpoise room.* Our teacher, Mr. Cooper, said there was going to be a surprise assembly. Surprises are always fun, except for the ones that aren't so much fun. Like if an elephant fell on your head. That would be surprising, but not much fun. "Ooooh, I love surprises!" said Andrea Young, this annoying girl with

curly brown hair. "Me too!" said her crybaby friend, Emily, who loves everything Andrea loves. When we got to the all-porpoise room, I noticed something weird. Our principal, Mr. Klutz, was wearing a T- shirt with the letters MM on it. "What do you think MM stands for?" I asked. "March Madness?" replied Michael, who never ties his shoes. "Marilyn Monroe?" said Ryan, who will eat anything, even stuff that isn't food. "Mickey Mouse?" said Neil, who we call the nude kid even though he wears clothes. "My Mom?" said Alexia, this girl who rides a skateboard all the time. Everybody was buzzing, which was weird because we're not bees.

Mr. Klutz made a peace sign with his fingers, which means "Shut up!" We all got quiet. "Good morning, students," he said. "Do you know why it says MM on my shirt?" "You're giving out M&M's?" I asked. "I love M&M's," Ryan whispered to me. "Me too," I whispered back. M&M's are great. Not as great as Kit Kats, but they're still chocolate, so you know they're good. Anything with chocolate in it is good. That's the first rule of being a kid. "You could cover a piece of dirt with chocolate and I would eat it," said Ryan. Of course, Ryan will eat anything. "No," said Mr. Klutz. "We're not giving out M&M's." "Boo!" Everybody started booing. Mr. Klutz made the shut-up peace

sign again, and we got quiet. "Let me explain," he said. "Kids today spend too much time staring at screens. TV screens. Smartphone screens. Screens on tablets. Blah blah blah getting soft blah blah blah lazy blah blah blah nobody does anything anymore. You just stare at screens. That's not good for you blah blah blah." He went on and on. "So you're going to give us M&M's if we stop staring at screens?" I asked. "No," said Mr. Klutz. "MM stands for the Maker Movement." Maker Movement? I'd never heard of the Maker Movement. "What's that?" somebody shouted. "I'm glad you asked," said Mr. Klutz. "Miss Aker, will you come out here, please?" Some lady came out on the stage. We gave her a round of applause even though