I've been having a bad day. First, I'm put on probation for yelling at a teacher, then we go on a field trip where Mrs. Dodds is a chaperone. I swear Mrs. Dodds, our Pre-Algebra teacher, has it in for me and my sister. And then Nancy is throwing bits of her sandwich at my best friend Grover. I start getting really annoyed at her and the fact that no one is doing anything. I start standing up to confront Nancy when Grover pulls me down and says "It's okay. I like peanut butter." My sister, who has been quiet the whole time says, "It still doesn't give her an excuse to throw it at you." I can't help but to agree internally, but I don't say anything.