School Days According to Humphrey Read Online Free

to Og and me. “We have the whole year ahead of us to get to know these students.”
    These strange students were staying ? For the rest of the year?
    Then she said, “So far, so good.”
    So far, I couldn’t see anything good about the first day of school. I was too busy wondering what all my old friends from Room 26 were doing. And trying to figure out exactly where they were.
    HUMPHREY’S RULES OF SCHOOL: If your teacher asks you to bring something to class, try not to forget. Of course, sometimes the teacher forgets to tell you what to bring, and that makes you feel BAD-BAD-BAD.

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    Rules-Rules-Rules

    U sually I enjoy a nice morning nap. But there was so much going on that morning, I didn’t have time to settle in for a doze until the strange students left for recess. But my nap didn’t last long, because when the students returned, I heard Mrs. Brisbane talking and she sounded WORRIED-WORRIED-WORRIED.
    â€œHarry didn’t come back,” she said. “Did anyone see him on the playground?”
    â€œSure,” Simon said. “We shot some hoops.”
    â€œWhat happened to him?” she asked.
    Simon shrugged. “I don’t know.”
    Mrs. Brisbane frowned. “I may have to send someone to look for him.”
    â€œI’ll find him!” said Holly, waving her hand. “Send me.”
    Just then, the door opened and Mrs. Wright, the physical education teacher, entered, pulling Harry along with her.
    â€œMrs. Brisbane, I believe Harry is your student,” she said. “I found him on the playground, loitering.”
    Loitering? That was a new word to me. I wished I had a dictionary in my cage. Then Mrs. Wright added, “When the bell rings, students should not dawdle.”
    Dawdle? That was a funny word, too.
    â€œI thought his teacher solved his problem last year,” Mrs. Wright said. I noticed the silver whistle around her neck and crossed my paws that she wouldn’t blow it. “But I see she didn’t.”
    â€œHarry, why were you late?” Mrs. Brisbane asked the boy. “Did you hear the bell?”
    Harry nodded.
    â€œDid you see the other students lining up to come inside?” she continued.
    Harry nodded again. “Yes, and I was about to get in line when I noticed this cool anthill near my foot. I almost stepped on it! It was the biggest one I ever saw!”
    â€œSo you lost track of time?” Mrs. Brisbane asked.
    â€œYes,” Harry said.
    Mrs. Wright shook her head. “Dawdling.”
    â€œVery well, take your seat,” Mrs. Brisbane told Harry. “Next time, get right in line.”
    â€œWe do have rules, Mrs. Brisbane,” Mrs. Wright said. “I hope your students obey them.”
    Mrs. Brisbane waited for Mrs. Wright to leave. Then she said, “Speaking of rules, I think it’s time to go over the rules of this classroom.”
    None too soon, I thought.
    There was nothing too surprising about the rules Mrs. Brisbane had printed on the board earlier that morning:
    1. Follow directions as soon as they are given.
    2. Raise your hand and wait to be called on before speaking.
    3. Stay in your seat while the teacher is teaching.
    4. Keep your hands, legs and other objects to yourself.
    5. Walk inside the school and use your inside voice.
    6. Treat people the way you’d like to be treated.
    As I read the rules, I wondered how good I was at following them. I try to follow the teacher’s directions. But what can I do if no one gives me directions? For example, what if no one tells me to bring a summer box to school?
    Still, those rules got me to thinking.
    â€¢ The rule about raising hands made me miss Raise-Your-Hand-Heidi, who sometimes forgot that rule last year, but I liked her anyway.
    â€¢ I can’t stay in my seat because I don’t actually have a seat. But I always try to stay in my cage while the teacher is teaching.
    â€¢ I try to keep my paws to myself, and