“Mr. Potts warned me I gotta do better or I’m in big trouble, but this is impossible!”
Fishel daydreamed for a while about what school would be like if he were in charge. Well, the rebbi was alright, he thought. Fishel would leave the mornings mostly unchanged, although he’d redo the playground to make recess more exciting. He’d put in a roller coaster and a merry-go-round. He’d bring in animals for rides: ponies, camels, and an elephant.
The afternoon would be spent mostly out on the playground, of course….
Suddenly, Fishel’s fabulous fantasy was interrupted.
“Fishel! Where are you? Have you done your homework yet?”
Uh oh. It was Mr. Friedman.
“Coming!” Fishel called.
Faivish was already sitting, hunched and miserable, over a particularly complicated math problem.
“Mr. Potts warned me I gotta do better or I’m in big trouble, but this is impossible!”
