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A FINE, FINE SCHOOLA FINE, FINE SCHOOLBy Sharon Creech Pictures by Harry Bliss

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Mr. Keene was a principal who loved his school.

Every morning he strolled down the hallway and saw

the children in their classes. He saw them learning

shapes and colors and numbers and letters. He saw

them reading and writing and drawing and painting.

He saw them making dinosaurs and forts and pyramids.

“Oh!” he would say. “Aren’t these fine children?

Aren’t these fine teachers? Isn’t this a fine, fine school?”

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Near Mr. Keene’s school, Tillie lived with her

parents and her brother and her dog, Beans, in a

small house next to a big tree.

On Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays and

Thursdays and Fridays, Tillie went off to school.

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At school, Tillie learned her shapes and colors and

numbers and letters. Sometimes, when she saw Mr.

Keene standing in the hallway, he waved.

“Aren’t these fine children?” he said to himself.

“Aren’t these fine teachers? Isn’t this a fine, fine school?”

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I’M STUCK– GET HELP!

LET GO NOW, BEANS.

BE ONE WITH THE SKIP.

On the weekends –

Saturday and Sunday–

Tillie climbed her

favorite tree,

and she took Beans

on walks and

threw him sticks,

and she pushed her brother on a swing and

tried to teach him how to skip.

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But on Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays

and Thursdays and Fridays, Tillie went off to school.

Beans and her brother did not like to see her go.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry home!” her brother called.

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One day, Mr. Keene called all the students and

teachers together and said, “This is such a fine, fine

school! I love this school! Let’s have more school!

From now on, let’s have school on Saturdays, too!”

The teachers and the students did not want to go

to school on Saturdays, but no one knew how to

tell Mr. Keene that. He was so proud of the children

and the teachers, of all the learning they were doing

every day.


And so, that Saturday, Tillie set off for school.

“But it’s Saturday! What about the swings?” her

brother called.

The following month, Mr. Keene announced, “This

is such a fine, fine school! I love this school! Let’s

have more school! From now on, let’s have school on

Sundays, too!”

The teachers and the students did not want to go

to school on Sundays, but no one knew how to tell Mr.

Keene that. He was so proud of the children and the

teachers, of all the learning they were doing every day.

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And so, that Sunday, Tillie set off for school.

“But it’s Sunday! What about the skipping?” her

brother called.

The following month, Mr. Keene called everyone together

and said, “This is such a fine, fine school! I love this school!

Let’s have more school! From now on, let’s have school on

holidays, too–on Easter and Ramadan and Thanksgiving

and Christmas and Hanukkah–on all the holidays on

every calendar!”

The teachers and the students did not want to go to

school on holidays, but no one knew how to tell Mr. Keene

that. He was so proud of the children and the teachers, of

all the learning they were doing every day.

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And so, on Christmas, Tillie set off for school.

“But it’s Christmas! What about Christmas?” her

brother called.

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The following month, Mr. Keene called everyone together

and said, “This is such a fine, fine school! I love this school!

Let’s have more school! From now on, let’s have school in

the summer, too, all summer long, every single day!”


“How much we will learn!” he said. “We can learn

everything! We will learn all about numbers and letters,

colors and shapes, the Romans and the Egyptians and

the Greeks. We will learn about dinosaurs and castles and–

and–everything! We will learn everything!”

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The teachers and the students did not want to go to

school on Saturdays and Sundays and holidays and all

summer long, every single day. But no one knew how to

tell Mr. Keene that. He was so proud of the children and the

teachers, of all the learning they were doing every day.

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And so, on the first day of summer, Tillie set off for school.

“But it’s summer! What about summer?” her brother called.

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And that day, Tillie went to see Mr. Keene. She stood

in his office, in front of his desk.

“What a fine, fine school this is!” Mr. Keene said. “What

amazing things everyone is learning!”

“Yes,” Tillie said, “we certainly are learning some

amazing things.”

“A fine, fine school!” Mr. Keene said.

“But,” Tillie said, “not everyone is learning.”

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“What?” Mr. Keene said. He looked very worried. “Who?

Who isn’t learning? Tell me, and I will see that they learn!”

“My dog, Beans, hasn’t learned how to sit,” Tillie said.

“And he hasn’t learned how to jump over the creek.”

“Oh!” Mr. Keene said.

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WRONG WAY, BEANS!

“And I–” she said.

“But you go to school!” Mr. Keene

said. “To our fine, fine school!”

“True,” Tillie said. “But I haven’t learned how

to climb very high in my tree. And I haven’t

learned how to sit in my tree for a whole hour.”


“And my little brother hasn’t learned

how to swing or skip.”


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That day, Mr. Keene walked up and down the halls,

looking at the children and the teachers. Up and down

he walked. Up and down, up and down.

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The next morning, Mr. Keene called everyone together.

The children and the teachers were very worried.

Mr. Keene said, “This is a fine, fine school, with fine,

fine children and fine, fine teachers. But not everyone is

learning.”

The children and the teachers were very, very worried.


Mr. Keene said, “There are dogs who need to learn

how to sit and how to jump creeks.”

What did he mean? Was he going to make their dogs

come to school?

“There are little brothers and sisters who need to

learn how to swing and how to skip.”

What did he mean? Was he going to make their

younger brothers

and sisters come to

school, too?

The children and

the teachers were

very, very, very

worried.

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TWENTY MINUTES TO GO!

“And you, all of you–children and teachers–

you need to learn how to climb a tree and sit in it

for an hour!” Mr. Keene said.

The children and the teachers were very worried.

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“And so from now on we will . . .

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. . . not have school on Saturdays or Sundays or

holidays or in the summer!”

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A huge, enormous, roaring cheer soared up to the ceiling

and floated out the windows so that everyone in the town

heard the fine, fine children and the fine, fine teachers

shout, “Fine! Fine! Fine!”

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And the fine, fine children and the fine, fine teachers

lifted Mr. Keene up, and they carried him down the hallway

and out the doors and through the town, up and down,

in and out. And everywhere they went, the people said,

“What a fine, fine school with such fine, fine teachers and

fine, fine children and a fine, fine principal!”

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Alexis O’Neill lA ur A Hulisk A-Beit H

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MEAN JEAN was Recess Queen and nobody said any different.

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Nobody swung until Mean Jean swung.Nobody kicked until Mean Jean Kicked.Nobody bounced until Mean Jean bounced.

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If kids ever crossed her,she’d push ‘em and smoosh ‘em,

lollapaloosh ‘em,hammer ‘em, slammer ‘em,

kitz and kajammer ‘em.

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“Say WHAT?” Mean Jean growled.“Say WHO?” Mean Jean howled.

“Say YOU! Just who do you think you’re talking to?”

Mean Jean always got her way.

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“Say WHAT?” Mean Jean growled.“Say WHO?” Mean Jean howled.

“Say YOU! Just who do you think you’re talking to?”

Mean Jean always got her way.

UNTIL one day . . .

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. . . a new kid came to school.Katie Sue!

A teeny kid.A tiny kid.

A kid you might scarewith a jump and a “Boo!”

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before Mean Jean bounced.

But when the recess bell went ringity-ring,this kid ran zingity-zingfor the playground gate.Katie Sue SWUNGbefore Mean Jean swung.

The kid you might scare with a jump

and a “BOO!”was too new

to know about Mean Jean

the Recess Queen.

Katie Sue KICKED

before Mean Jean kicked.

Katie Sue BOUNCED

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Well, Mean Jean bullied

through the playground crowd.

Like always, she pushed kids

and smooshed kids,

Lollapalooshed kids,

hammered ‘em, slammered ‘em,

kitz and kajammered ‘em.

as she charged after that Katie Sue.

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“Say WHAT?” she growled.

“Say WHO?” she howled.

“Say YOU!” she snarled and

grabbed Katie Sue by the collar.

“Nobody swings until Queen Jean swings.Nobody kicks until Queen Jean kicks.Nobody bounces until Queen Jean bounces,”and she figured that would set the record straight.

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She figured wrong.

Katie Sue talked back!

Just as sassy as could be, she said,

“How DID you get so bossy?”

Then that puny thing

that loony thing,

grabbed the ball and

bounced away.

Oh! Katie Sue was one quick kid.

She bolted quick as lightning.

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BouncIty BouncIty Bounce.

KIcKIty KIcKIty KIcK.SwIngIty SwIngIty SwIng.

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Mean Jean thundered close behind.

KicKity

Swingity

The Recess Queen was nOt amused.She raced and chased and in-your-facedthat Katie Sue.

No one spoke.No one moved.No one BREAtHED.

BOuncity

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Then from her pack pulled Katie Suea jump rope clean and bright.

“Hey, Jeanie Beanie,” sang Katie Sue.“Let’s try this jump rope out!”

Here’s one thing true–until that dayno one DARED ask Mean Jean to play.But that Katie Sue just hopped and jumped

and skipped away.

“I like ice cream,

I like tea,

I want Jean to

jump with me!”

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Jean just gaped and staredas if too SCARED

to move at all.

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So Katie Sue

sang once more.

“I like popcorn,

I like tea,

I want Jean to

jump with me!”

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Then from the side a kid called out,

“GO, JEAN, GO!”

And too surprised to even shout,

Jean jumped in with Katie Sue.

“I like cookies,I like tea,

I want YOU to jump with me!”

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And too surprised to even shout,

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The rope whizzed and slapped,

FASTER,

FASTER,

the rope spun and flapped,

FASTER,

FASTER!

Till it caught in a tangled disaster.

But they just giggled and

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WELL– now when recess rolls aroundthat playground’s one great place.At the school bell’s ringity-ringthose two girls race zingity-zingout the classroom door.Jean doesn’t push kids and smoosh kids,lollapaloosh kids,hammer ‘em, slammer ‘em,kitz and kajammer ‘em—‘cause she’s having too much funrompity-romping with her FRIENDS.

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Bouncity, kickity, swingity,Hoppity, skippity, jumpity, Ringity, zingity,

YESSSSSS!

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School Busby Lee Bennett Hopkins

This wide-awake freshly-painted-yellow school bus

readied for Fall

carries us all—

Sixteen boys— Fourteen girls— Thirty pairs of sleepy eyes

and hundreds upon hundreds

of

school supplies.

Countdown to Recess by Kalli Dakos

Sun climbs. Wind chimes. Five minutes until recess.

A baseball glove. A game I love. Four minutes until recess.

I whisper to Pat, “Get ready to bat.” Three minutes until recess.

My work’s all done. I gotta run. Two minutes until recess.

Clock, hurry! Hands, scurry! One minute until recess.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring!

Dash! Gone in a flash!

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by Jane Yolen

This box contains a wash of blue sky, spikes of green spring, a circle of yellow sun, triangle flames of orange and red.

It has the lime caterpillar inching on a brown branch, the shadow black in the center of a grove of trees.

It holds my pink and your chocolate and her burnt sienna and his ivory skin.

In it are all the colors of the world.

ALL the colors of the world.

Crayons

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by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

When I can count the numbers far,

And know all the figures that there are,

Then I’ll know everything, and I

Can know about the ground and sky,

And all the little bugs I see,

And I’ll count the leaves on the silver-leaf tree,

And all the days that ever can be.

I’ll know all the cows and sheep that pass,

And I’ll know all the grass,

And all the places far away,

And I’ll know everything some day.

Numbers

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Text

A Fine, Fine School, by Sharon Creech, illustrations by Harry Bliss. Text copyright © 2001 by Sharon Creech. Illustrations copyright © 2001 by Henry Bliss. Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.

The Recess Queen, by Alexis O’Neill, illustrations by Laura Huliska-Beith. Text copyright © 2002 by Alexis O’Neill. Illustrations copyright © 2002 by Laura Huliska-Beith. Reprinted by permission of Scholastic Inc.

“School Bus,” by Lee Bennett Hopkins. Copyright © 1987 by Lee Bennett Hopkins. First appeared in Click, Rumble, Roar: Poems About Machines. Published by HarperCollins Publishers. Reprinted by permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd.

“Countdown to Recess,” by Kalli Dakos. Reprinted by permission of Kalli Dakos.

“Crayons,” by Jane Yolen. Copyright © 1994 by Jane Yolen. Reprinted by permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd. Illustration from School Supplies: A Book of Poems by Lee Bennett Hopkins, illustrated by Renee Flower. Illustrations copyright © 1996 by Renee Flower. Reprinted by permission of Simon & Schuster Children’s Publishing Division.

“Numbers,” from Under the Tree by Elizabeth Madox Roberts. Copyright © 1922 by B. W. Huebsch, Inc. Renewed copyright © 1950 by Ivor S. Roberts. Copyright © 1930 by Viking Penguin. Renewed copyright © 1958 by Ivor S. Roberts & Viking Penguin. Used by permission of Viking Penguin, a division of Penguin Group (USA) LLC.

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