The auditorium was huge inside. Big sparkly chandeliers. Red velvet walls. Rows and rows and rows of cushioned seats leading up to the giant stage. We walked down the wide aisle and followed the signs to the fifth-grade staging area, which was in a big room to the left of the stage. Inside were four rows of folding chairs facing the front of the room, which is where Ms. Rubin was standing, waving us in as soon as we walked in the room.

Jack and I walked right behind a couple of sixth graders into the building, and then followed them to the auditorium.

Mrs. G was at the entrance, handing out the programs and telling kids where to go.

"Fifth graders down the aisle to the left," she said. "Sixth graders go to the right. Everyone come in. Come in. Good morning. Go to your staging areas. Fifth graders to the left, sixth grade to the right…"

"Okay, kids, take your seats. Take your seats," she was saying, pointing to the rows of chairs. "Don't forget, you're sitting alphabetically. Come on, everybody, take your seats." Not too many kids had arrived yet, though, and the ones who had weren't listening to her. Me and Jack were sword-fighting with our rolled-up programs.

Awards Presentation (see back)

"Really? Thanks, you do, too, Auggie."

Fifth-Grade Student Commencement Address: Ximena Chin

"Light and Day": Middle-School Choir

"This is so exciting, isn't it?" said Summer.

"Yeah, kind of," I answered, nodding.

Roll Call of Names

I looked at my program.

Middle-School Director's Address: Mr. Lawrence Tushman

It was Summer walking over to us. She was wearing a light pink dress and, I think, a little makeup.

Headmaster's Opening Remarks: Dr. Harold Jansen

"Oh man, look at this program," said Jack, scratching his forehead. "We're going to be here all freakin' day."

"Yeah, you look okay, Summer," said Jack, kind of matter-of-factly. And for the first time, I realized that Jack had a crush on her.

Pachelbel: "Canon in D": Middle-School Chamber Music Ensemble

Middle-School Dean's Address: Ms. Jennifer Rubin

Sixth-Grade Student Commencement Address: Mark Antoniak

"Wow, Summer, you look awesome," I told her, because she really did.

"Under Pressure": Middle-School Choir

"Hey, guys."

"Because Mr. Jansen's speeches go on forever," said Jack. "He's even worse than Tushman!"

"Why do you think that?" I asked.

"That's where they give medals to the biggest brainiacs," Jack answered. "Which would mean Charlotte and Ximena will win everything in the fifth grade, like they won everything in the fourth grade and in the third grade."

"My mom said she actually dozed off when he spoke last year," Summer added.

"Not in the second grade?" I laughed.

"What's the awards presentation?" I asked.

"They didn't give those awards out in the second grade," he answered.

"Everybody, take your seats!" Ms. Rubin started yelling louder now, like she was getting annoyed that nobody was listening. "We have a lot to get through, so take your seats. Don't forget you're sitting in alphabetical order! A through G is the first row! H through N is the second row; O through Q is the third row; R through Z is the last row. Let's go, people."

"Not unless they give awards for the most Cs!" he laughed.

"Maybe you'll win this year," I joked.

"You guys are definitely coming over my house after this, right?" I called out after her.

"When did Summer get so hot?" Jack muttered in my ear.

"Shut up, dude," I said, laughing as we headed toward the third row.

"Seriously, when did that happen?" he whispered, taking the seat next to mine.

"Definitely!" she said, taking her seat next to Ximena Chin.

"We should go sit down," said Summer, walking toward the front section.

"Mr. Will!" Ms. Rubin shouted. "Last time I checked, W came between R and Z, yes?"

"Dude, you're in the wrong row!" I said.

"I am?" And the face he made as he got up to leave, which was a mixture of looking completely confused and looking like he's just played a joke on someone, totally cracked me up.

Jack looked at her blankly.