is Madame Turcotte now, and though I still like Madame Renault
my allegiance has shifted. We have no male teachers for our class,
and, really, for guys
there's just the principal and one grade four teacher for the
she'd like to kiss Pamela's math teacher -- she saw him at River
High School's grade nine drama night. So would Mariko (she was
to come up with a name, but can't. During these anxious minutes,
I realize I'd be happy to kiss almost every teacher in the school:
Mlle. Summers, Mrs. Olivette, even the kindergarten teacher with
adult braces and the librarian who also works at Dairy Queen,
in addition to Madame Turcotte.
it totally fits with the song, I think, I vow silently never ever
to tell about the dream I used to have about Madame Renault just
before I went to sleep where she was in bed with me -- well, really,
I was sneaking into her bed and
under the covers -- and she looked at me and said,
"But Tracey, you're a girl!" and I said,
And we slept all curled up together until morning. I don't kiss
her in the dream, but it's fair to say it's still kind of a kissing
telling them about the dream wouldn't be a good idea. Think! Even
Julie, whose mother doesn't let her go out except to that stupid
community center, comes up with a name: "I like Smitty."
Smitty!? Smitty's the janitor. How can it be worse to like a girl
than the janitor who has food stuck in his moustache and is always
asking us to
scratch his back? But it is.
are screaming-delighted with the Smitty answer. They turn to me
expectantly "Me, oh, I don't know, I guess I'd kiss Mr. Lewis."
The principal. But I wouldn't, no way.