What I thought you guys could do is take August on a little tour of the school.
Maybe you could start on the third floor? That's where your homeroom class is going to be: room 301. I think. Mrs. G, is—”
“Room 301!” Mrs. Garcia called out from the other room. “Room 301.” Mr. Tushman nodded.
And then you can show August the science labs and the computer room.
Then work your way down to the library and the performance space on the second floor. Take him to the cafeteria, of course.”
“Should we take him to the music room?” asked Julian. “Good idea, yes,” said Mr. Tushman.
“August, do you play any instruments?” “No,” I said. It wasn't my favorite subject on account of the fact that I don't really have ears.
Well, I do, but they don't exactly look like normal ears. “Well, you may enjoy seeing the music room anyway,” said Mr. Tushman.
“We have a very nice selection of percussion instruments.”
“August, you've been wanting to learn to play the drums,” Mom said, trying to get me to look at her.
But my eyes were covered by my bangs as I stared at a piece of old gum that was stuck to the bottom of Mr. Tushman's desk.
“Great! Okay, so why don't you guys get going?” said Mr. Tushman. “Just be back here in...” He looked at Mom. “Half an hour, okay?”
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