Broadcast: June 2, 2002

THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL

    This is the day that Morrie and I have been waiting for. I wish I could tell you how much we have been waiting for this day because this is the Last Day Of School. Tomorrow is the start of summer. Oh, I know it's not really the start of summer because Mrs. Beasley told us all about the seasons. Mrs. Beasley knows just about everything there is to know about the seasons because she's a second grade teacher and that's her main thing—the seasons. All five of them. Spring, summer, fall, winter and tourist season. Mrs. Beasley that was a really funny joke but I really don't get it. Morrie doesn't either, but when you've been teaching for as long as Mrs. Beasley has been teaching, a lot of things are funny that maybe you or I wouldn't really find funny. You know what I mean?
    But today is the Last Day Of School and it is the day Morrie and I have been waiting for. I think I already told you that. But here is the kicker, we have all summer to do next to nothing. Really! Morrie is about my best friend in the world and we love to go exploring in the field next to my house. It might look like a plain cornfield to you but it's not. It's more like a castle than a cornfield but that's not what I want to tell you about. I want to tell you about the Last Day of School.
    Mrs. Beasley, and Morrie calls her Mrs. Beastly, said we don't have to do anything on that last day of school. I mean, it is like a dream, don't you think? School is over and we have the whole summer to goof off and explore and that is about the most important thing a kid can do. Morrie is an expert at climbing trees so we're going to do a lot of tree climbing this summer. Didn't I tell you it was just like a dream? And fishing. Morrie doesn't know a thing about fishing so I'm going to teach him all about fishing. I mean, heck, it isn't that hard. You just have to think like a fish and how hard can that be? My dad says he only knows two jokes about fish but he can't tell them to me until I'm 21. I don't know why that is, but I can't wait because if I spend the whole summer thinking like a fish right now, I'll be the best fisher guy in the world by the time the summer ends.
    But I'm not thinking about the end of summer because . . . wait. I hear someone calling me. It's my mom. Hey, what am I doing in bed? She's telling me something. What day is it? It's September? But I thought . . . I mean. Isn't summer just starting?
    She tells me I must have been dreaming. Today is the first day of school. Time to get back to the books, she says. I was dreaming. I was dreaming about the last day of school but I guess I have a long ways to go. Ok, time to go to school again. What happened to summer?

The End