Every two weeks students in Mrs. Burke’s empire gets a job. Things like “Imperial Zookeeper” (feeding the class hamster, tortoise and hermit crab), “Majestic Gardener” (watering the plants), and “Royal Paper Monitor” (in charge of collecting and handing out papers).
But the best job in Mrs. Burke’s Empire is “Master Messenger”.
When you’re Master Messenger, you get to deliver things anywhere in the school. Mrs. Burke might send you to ask Mr. Turchin the custodian for help, or ask you to bring back something from the library or the office or even the teachers’ lounge. It means you get out of class and you’re in the hallway all by yourself while everyone else in the whole school is stuck in their classrooms suffering.
I haven’t been the Master Messenger. Yet.
In two weeks Mrs. Burke’s class is having career week. That’s when a different parent comes in and talks about their job. Tommy Kasten, my best friend, is in Mrs. L’s class and they don’t have career week. They have Rainforest week.
In my class, Alex McLeod’s Dad makes video games, Tricia Davidoff’s Dad makes sports jerseys and hats, Maria Braxton’s parents are bakers and Robby Rosen’s Dad builds houses. My dad is an accountant. He’s a good accountant but it doesn’t sound as much fun as video games or making cookies.
Maybe that’s why I told everyone that he’s really important and that the president of the company asks for his advice. Maybe that’s why I let everyone think he’d bring in calculators for the class. Maybe that’s why I let Tracy Hazlett think my dad was almost the president of the company. And not just a really good accountant.