We sat around eating bonbons while Miss Daisy kept calling her day care center to see if Jackie Macky was okay. I ate so many bonbons that I got sick to my stomach. It was the greatest day of my life.

Indoor recess is the best. Miss Daisy said we could do whatever we wanted as long as we sat at our desks without talking.

“Can we pass notes to each other?” asked Alexia.

“That’s a great idea!” said Miss Daisy. “If you kids pass notes back and forth, I can tell Mr. Cooper that we had a writing lesson!”

A few minutes later, a folded-up piece of paper landed on my desk. I opened it, and this is what it said. . . .

U R DUM

I looked around. Michael had a big silly grin on his face, so I knew he was the one who wrote the note. I turned over the paper and wrote this on it. . . .

YOU ARE SO DUMB THAT YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO SPELL DUMB!

Then I tossed the note on Michael’s desk. That’s when another piece of paper came flying onto my desk from the other direction. I unfolded it, and this is what it said. . . .

A.J. IS A POOPYHEAD

I turned around to see who tossed the note on my desk, but it was impossible to tell. It was probably Ryan, so I wrote RYAN’S MOM EATS WORMS on a piece of paper and tossed it on his desk.

Passing notes is fun. Everybody was writing notes and throwing them on each other’s desks. The air was filled with flying notes.

“This is wonderful!” said Miss Daisy. “Mr. Cooper will be happy to hear that you kids are working so hard to improve your writing skills.”

I picked up a couple of notes that landed next to my desk. One of them said DIARRHEA FACE on it. The other one said STINKY BUTT.

Everybody was passing notes back and forth for a million hundred minutes. After a while I ran out of silly things to write.

THIS IS BORING, I wrote on a note to Alexia.

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO? she wrote back.

I DON’T KNOW, I wrote. INDOOR RECESS IS A DRAG.

I thought I was going to die from boredom. I looked around. Everybody had pretty much finished writing notes. Miss Daisy was still sitting there, eating bonbons and sending texts on her cell phone.

“Miss Daisy,” I said, “we’re tired of writing notes. Can you teach us something now?”

She came running over to my desk and put her hand on my forehead.

“A.J., are you feeling okay?” she said. “Maybe you should go to the nurse. I’ve never heard you say you want to learn something.”

“We’re bored,” said Neil. “Can you teach us about math or something?”