After art class, I bid him farewell as he headed to his math class, and I headed to mine. I still couldn't believe he was wearing that shirt. And, to top it all off, he was supposed to give a speech at the assembly during fourth block. Everyone, including the principal would see it. Finny was bound to get in deep trouble. I was very anxious to see it, I must admit.

Second block dragged on very slowly. I was so ready to see Finny get suspended or something that the excitement made time seem to want to laze about at its own free will. We took notes all block, which didn't help the time whatsoever.

At last, it was over. I then had to deal with third block and Finny, once again.

And Spanish.

"¿Quién recordó de traer su diccionario inglés del español hoy?" Sra. Cortez asked as soon as the bell rang.

Few hands went up, as most people didn't know what she was asking. I didn't raise my hand because I had left my Spanish-English dictionary in my locker, not thinking that I would need it. Finny had his, but had misunderstood the question.

"Bueno. Nosotros los estaremos usando para escribir cartas a niños pobres que viven en ciudades mexicanas rurales. Esto será nuestra tarea de la cultura de la semana," she finished.

I shrugged. I could just share Finny's dictionary. I doubted that he would care to use it anyway.

I wrote a long, spirited letter to a little girl, whose name was Marta. I told her that I would like to be her penpal, and get to know her and her family.

Finny wanted to write to an imaginary Spanish boy named Carlos.

Later, after we were both finished with our letters, Finny reminded me that he was starting work on Saturday. He still couldn't believe that they actually thought he was serious. To tell the truth, neither could I. Underneath the section labeled, "Beneficial for this Occupation," he put "I have ten fingers and toes." He laughed about it for a full ten minutes after he gave the resume to the secretary. He probably never in all his wildest dreams thought that he would actually get the job. But, Finny was a card in Fate's hand, and Fate would have it that he got that job. When I first found out that he was accepted and hired, I thought he'd probably just blow the whole thing off. Finny surprised me again there. He was actually going to go to the interview on Saturday and start working on Sunday.

I shook my head and stared at Phineas, unbeknownst to him.

The bell rang that dismissed us to the assembly hall. Finny was the president of the FBLA, and was going to give a speech. In his pink Tommy Girl shirt. I was ready to watch him turn as red as the sleeves on his shirt when everyone laughed at him and he got suspended. I would have liked to hear a little of his speech first, though. He had been keeping it a big secret, and acting very suspicious about it too.

I bid him farewell, as I took a seat in the bleachers and he sat in a rather large chair on the stage.