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Yesterday, the last day of school, had been the best day of the year, just like it had been for the last four years.
No more tests. No more book reports. No more SRA colors. No more grownups in charge of me five days a week. Miss Kennedy watched us kids all jump out of our seats and start talking with each other as some of us ran out the door and others stayed to talk to other kids. She looked kind of sad, like she would miss us, and I even felt kind of bad for her, even though she was a grownup.
The inside of my body and everything around me just quivered with new energy. No more school. No more mom and dad waking me up in the morning. No more homework. No more stars to get on my sheet on the bulletin board in our classroom.
No more classroom. Just like the last two summers, the first Little League game was the day after the last day of school. I put on my new uniform, which unlike ten-year-old league, was like a real baseball uniform that the pros wore. Then the special baseball pants that were kind of short and had the elastic at the bottom of each pant leg. Then those long baseball sock things, that went up under your pants almost to your knees, ours with the green stripes for our team color. And finally my green cap.