Miss Holly Is Too Jolly! Read Free

to speak Spanish because I saw this movie called Terminator II where Arnold Schwarzenegger kills a bunch of guys, and before he leaves he says, “ Hasta la vista , baby!” My mom told me that means “until we meet again.” It was acool movie.

    â€œThat’s good, A.J., but you’ll have to learn a lot more than that,” Miss Holly said. “Let’s work on our Spanish vocabulary for the pageant.”
    â€œYay!” said the girls.
    â€œBoo!” said the boys.
    â€œThe first word we’re going to learntoday is ‘nose,’” said Miss Holly. “The Spanish word for ‘nose’ is la nariz ,” said Miss Holly.
    â€œLa nariz,” we all repeated.
    â€œGood,” said Miss Holly. “The next word is ‘think.’ The Spanish word for ‘think’ is pensar .”
    â€œPensar,” we all repeated.
    â€œGood,” said Miss Holly. “The next word is ‘Christmas tree.’ The Spanish word for ‘Christmas tree’ is el árbol de Navidad .”
    â€œEl árbol de Navidad,” we all repeated.
    â€œGood,” said Miss Holly. “The next word is ‘stuck.’ The Spanish word for ‘stuck’ is pegado .”
    â€œPegado,” we all repeated.
    Miss Holly sure picks weird words.
    Neil the nude kid raised his hand. “Why do we need to learn those words?” he asked.
    â€œWell,” Miss Holly said, “what if you’re in Spain and you need to say, ‘I think I have a Christmas tree stuck to my nose’?”
    Miss Holly is weird.

6
The Opposite of Hanukkah
    During the first week in December, Miss Daisy told us all about the holidays so we’d be ready for the pageant. I already knew the story of Christmas. But I didn’t know much about Hanukkah.
    Now, I don’t remember everything Miss Daisy told us. But basically, Hanukkah has something to do with a war. I knowall about war. I have some plastic army guys down in my basement, and me and Michael and Ryan line them up and shoot them with rubber bands.
    Anyway, a million hundred years ago, the Jewish people were fighting a war. They were way outnumbered by another army, but they kicked their butts anyway. So after the war was over, the Jewish people went back to their temple to hang out and play video games and stuff. It was dark out. They didn’t have lightbulbs in those days, so they had to light oil lamps or they would bump into the walls when they walked into the kitchen to get more pizza.
    The problem was that they could only find one jar of oil. That would last onenight, but they wanted to hang out all week playing video games and eating pizza. I guess they sent somebody to the gas station to get more oil, but he never came back. So they put the one jar of oil they had into the lamp and lit it.
    The cool thing is that the oil didn’t just last one night. It didn’t just last two nights. It didn’t just last three nights. It lasted eight whole nights! It was a miracle!
    â€œWow!” we all said after Miss Daisy finished telling us the story of Hanukkah.
    â€œI saw a miracle like that once,” I said.
    â€œTell us about it, A.J.,” said Miss Daisy.
    â€œWe were driving to my grandmother’s house,” I said. “Suddenly our car stopped right in the middle of the highway. Mydad said he thought he had a full tank of gas, but it turned out the gas gauge was broken, and the tank was empty.”
    â€œThat doesn’t have anything to do with Hanukkah,” Andrea said.
    â€œSure it does,” I said. “The Jewish people thought they only had a little oil, but it turned out they had a lot. We thought we had a lot of gas, but we only had a little. It was the opposite of Hanukkah.”
    â€œYou’re a dumbhead,” Andrea said.
    â€œSo is your face,” I told her. Anytime somebody says something mean to you, all you have to do is say, “So is your