y name is Cindy. I'm a 3rd graders in Ms. Davis' class. Ms. Davis is very fun. People say she's crazy in a good way sometimes. LIke one day she brough in a python and a gardensnake so we could see the difference. And every day at lunchtime we get our food and bring it back to the classroom and do math with it. (So at the end of the day when it's math time for the other teachers we get to go outside.)

One day I stayed after school to help Ms. Davis wash the chalkboard. And she had to talk to Principal Phillyboo. On her way down to the office she heard Principal Phillyboo talking to Ms. Lewis. "Oh that Ms. Davis and her wacko ideas are a new addition to our school," said Ms. Lewis.

"Yes, I know," replied Principal Phyllyboo. Ms. Davis was very hurt inside so she just went back to the classroom and didn't talk to Principal Phillyboo. The next day Ms. Davis was acing all, normal. LIke we didn't get to do math with our lunch, she took down all the crazy decorations, and we just did a short, boring Math test. At least we still had recess at the end of the day.

At recess the other kids and I huddled up in a group and decided someone should talk to her. When we voted, they all choose me. So I walked in and sat down with her. I asked her what happened. She told me that Ms. Lewis said that she was crazy. So we went to Ms. Lewis' room. On the way to Ms. Lewis' room we found Principal Phillyboo. He came along to help Ms. Lewis explain that she was complimenting Mrs. Davis because she was crazy in a good way. The next day Mrs. Davis was back to normal (different). And nobody said she was crazy again.