The Baby-sitters Club. I'm proud to say it was totally my idea, even though the four of us worked it out together. Us is Mary Anne Spier , Claudia Kishi, Stacey McGill, and me - Kristy Thomas. I got the idea on the idea on the first Tuesday afternoon of seventh grade. It was a very hot day. It was so hot that in my un - air-conditioned school, Stoneybrook Middle School, the teacher had opened every single window and door and turned off all the lights. My hair stuck damply to the back of my neck, and I wished I had a rub- ber band so I could pull it into a long ponytail. Bees flew into the classroom and droned around our heads, and Mr. Redmont, our teacher, let us stop working to make fans out of construction paper. The fans didn't do much except keep the bees away, but it was nice to take up ten minutes of social studies making them. Anyway, that stifling afternoon dragged on forever, and when the hands of the clock on the front wall of our classroom finally hit 2:42 and the bell rang, I leaped out of my seat and shouted, "Hooray !" I was just so glad that it was it was time to get out of there. I like school and everything, but sometimes enough is enough. Mr, Redmont looked shocked. He was probably ably thinking he'd been so nice letting us make fans, and there I was, not appreciating it at all, just glad the day was over. I felt bad, but I couldn't help what I have have done. I'm like that. I think of something to say, and I say and I say it. I think of something to do, and I do it. Mom calls it impulsive. Sometimes she calls it trouble. But she doesn't just mean trouble. She means trouble. And I was in trouble then. I could sense it. I have been in enough trouble to know when it's coming. Mr Redmont cleared his throat. He was trying to think of a way to punish me without humiliating me in front of the other kids. Things like that are important to him. Kristy Mr Redmont began , and then he changed his mind and started over ."Class" he said "you have your homework assignments. You may go. Kristy, I'd like to see you for a minute while the rest of the kids gathered up their books and papers and left the room, talking and giggling, I made my way up to Mr. Redmont desk . Before he could say a word, I began apologizing to him. Sometimes that helps. Mr. Redmont I said I am really sorry. I didn't mean anything. I mean, I didn't mean I was glad school was over.I ment I was glad I could go home . Because my is air conditioned..... Mr Redmont nodded . But do you think kristy, that you can conduct yourself in the future with a little more decorum? I wasn't sure of the exact meaning of decorum, but I had a pretty good idea it meant not spoiling Mr Redmont day by jumping up and shouting hooray when the bell rang. Yes sir I said. Sometimes being polite also helps. Good said Mr . Redmont. But I want you to remember things is to write them down . So tonight, I would like you to write a one hundred word essay on the importance of decorum in the classroom darn . I'd have to find out what decorum meant after all
