Book Description

On the conclusion of a sixth-grade field trip to a local amusement park... "We exited the turnstiles and climbed onto a yellow school bus that was soon crammed with sunburned classmates wearing souvenir hats and lugging piles of worthless junk. I was flat broke, and my stomach was a little queasy-and the feeling was marvelous." On entering junior high school... "Except for a blessed few, seventh-grade males were an alien race of mutant geeks. We had disproportionate bodies, awkward and gawky mannerisms, and cracking voices that were constant reminders that we were trapped in an adolescent twilight zone."