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ISBN-13: 978-0-328-78837-8
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A FINE, FINE
SCHOOL
By 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 On the weekends­–
HELP!
Saturday and Sunday–
Tillie climbed her
favorite tree,

LET
GO NOW,
and she took Beans BEANS.

on walks and
threw him sticks,

and she pushed her brother on a swing and

tried to teach him how to skip.

BE ONE
WITH THE
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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 “And my little brother hasn’t learned
how to swing or skip.”
“Oh!” Mr. Keene said.

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.”
“Oh!” Mr. Keene said.
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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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 “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.

TWENTY
MINUTES
TO GO!

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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 ei th
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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.

UNTIL
one da
y...

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 . . . a new kid came to school.
Katie Sue!
A teeny kid.
A tiny kid.
A kid you might scare
with a jump and a “Boo!”

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But when the recess bell went ringity-ring,
this kid ran zingity-zing
for the playground gate.
Katie Sue SWUNG
before Mean Jean swung.

K E D
K
ue
IC
t i e S i c k ed.
K a Jean k
M e a n
before D
B O U N C E
Katie Sue
before Mean Jean bounced.

The kid you might scare

with a jump
and a “BOO!”
was too new
to know about
Mean Jean
the Recess Queen.
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 a n b u llied
l l , M e an Je d c r o wd.
W e y grou n
th e p l a
through s h e d k ids
a y s , s he pu
Like alw d k ids,
oo s h e
and sm d k ids,
a l oo s h e d ‘em,
l l a p e r e
Lo
‘e m , slamm
a m m e red ‘e m.
h r e d
d k a j a mme a t i e S ue.
kitz an a f t e r that K
e c h a r ged
as sh

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 r o w l ed.
? she g
H A T ”
w led.
“Say W she h o
W H O ? ”
l e d and
y r
“Sa e sna
O U ! ” s h
o l lar.
“Say Y
e c
S u e by th
d K a tie
e
grabb

“Nobod
y swing
Nobody s until Q
kicks un ueen Je
t an swin
Nobody i l Q ueen Je gs.
bounce an kicks
Queen s until .
Jean bo
and she unces,”
figured
set the that wo
record uld
straight
.
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 g u r e d w r ong.
She f i
t a l k e d b ack!
Katie Sue
b e , s h e said,
y a s coul d
s s a s s y?”
Just a t s o b o s s
w D I D you ge
“Ho a t p u n y thing
Then t h
t l o o n y t h ing,
tha
e d t h e b a ll and
grabb
n c e d a w ay.
bo u
s o n e q u ick kid.
K a t i e S ue wa
Oh !
a s l i g h t n ing.
quick
She bolted

B o u nc e .
B ou n c It y
BouncIty

KIcKIty KIcKIty KIcK.

SwIng
Ity SwIng
Ity SwIng
.
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 ind .
b e h
c l o se
d e red
n t hun
n J ea
i t y
M e a
nc
BOu

KicKity

Sw
ing
ity

The Recess Queen was nOt amused.

She raced and chased and in-your-faced
that Katie Sue.

No one spoke.
No one moved.
No one BREAtHED.
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 Then from her pack pulled Katie Sue
a 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 day
no one DARED ask Mean Jean to play.
But that Katie Sue just hopped and jumped
and skipped away.

li k e i c e c r e am,
“I
I like tea,
to
I want Jean
e!”
jump with m

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 Jean just gaped and stared
as if too SCARED
to move at all.

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 t i e S ue
So Ka m o r e.
n g o nce
sa c o r n,
ep o p
“ I l i k
k e t e a,
I li n to
t J e a
I wan m e!”
wi t h
jump

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 o u t,
c a lled
a kid
s i de
m the
e n fro
Th !”
N , G O
, J E A
“GO
o su rp ri se d to e v e n shout,
And to

Jean jump
ed in with
Katie Sue.

“I like cookies,
I like tea,
I want YOU to
jump with me!”

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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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JUMPED AGAIN!
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WELL – now when recess rolls around
that playground’s one great place.
At the school bell’s ringity-ring
those two girls race zingity-zing
out 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 fun
rompity-romping with
her FRIENDS.

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 Bouncity, kick
ity, swingity,
Hoppity, skip
pity, jumpity,
Ringity, zingit
y,

S !
S S SSS
YE
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 Countdown
to Recess
by Kalli Dakos

Sun climbs.
Wind chimes.
Five minutes until recess.
A baseball glove.
A game I love.
School Bus Four minutes until recess.
by Lee Bennett Hopkins
I whisper to Pat,
This wide-awake “Get ready to bat.”
freshly-painted-yellow Three minutes until recess.
school bus My work’s all done.
readied for Fall I gotta run.
Two minutes until recess.
carries us all—
Clock, hurry!
Sixteen boys— Hands, scurry!
Fourteen girls— One minute until recess.
Thirty pairs of sleepy eyes
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring!
and
hundreds Dash!
upon Gone in a flash!
hundreds
of
school supplies.
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Crayons
by Jane Yolen

This box contains a wash of blue sky,

spikes of green spring,
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a circle of yellow sun,
triangle flames of orange and red.
It has the lime caterpillar
4
inching on a brown branch,
the shadow black in the center
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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.
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N u m bth eMardsox Roberts
by Elizabe

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ca n co u n t th e n u m bers far,
When I
a ll th e fi g u re s th a t there are,
And know

thing, and I
Then I’ll know every
a b o u t th e g ro u n d a nd sky,
Can know

s I see,
And all the little bug
le a v e s o n th e si lv e r- leaf tree,
And I’ll count the
a ll th e d ay s th a t e v er can be.
And

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e co w s a n d sh eep that pass,

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I’ll know a ll th
grass,
And I’ll know all the

n d a ll th e p lace s fa r away,
A
ry th in g some day.

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An d I’ ll k n ow e v e

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UNIT 2 • Ackno wledgments

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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