April Fools' day, to quote somebody, is a day of fun. Maybe so, but why do I have to be the one all the April Fools' jokes are played on? I know, be a good sport you say, laugh, live it up. Ha!!

The fun, to quote somebody, starts on April 1, as my two feet hit the floor. Oh its great fun to get up at 7 am. but to my family it's hysterical when I get up at six. Who can go back to sleep after an experience like that? I frantically try to get out of the house before some one else gets funny when Dad, from the bedroom calls, "Buy some gas for the car on your way to school." I stumble out the back door, keeping to myself all remarks like "how come the tank's empty" and "how come I have to buy gas," when I find the tank registers half full and dear ol' Dad is rolling on the floor with laughter.

I arrive at school and figure things will get better. Big joke, someone switched the lock on my locker, and I have to carry around my coat all day. I hold my breath as I wait to hear what grade I got on my final test. An F I hear! and as I sink into my seat with weakness, I look down on my paper and see a B. Funny, very funny!

Lunch time finds me munching on a piece of cardboard between two nicely buttered pieces of bread and drinking a watered down milk shake. I still have half the day left but smile, darn you, smile.

It seems no one knows how April Fools' day started. If I were the one, I wouldn't want anyone to know it either. True, April Fools' day can be fun, but I'm so busy worrying through the day that April 2 arrives when I come up with a corker and then April Fools' day is past and I'm the biggest fool at last!