The first day of summer vacation is important, because what you do that day sets the tone for the rest of summer.
That's why my best friend, Elliott Berger, is coming over to watch the Daily Show episodes I've recorded. Mom and I used to watch them together. She always said the host, Jon Stewart, stood up for the little guy, which is funny, because Jon Stewart is a little guy--five feet seven inches. According to Wikipedia, the average height for men in the United States is five feet nine and a half inches.
Let's just say I can totally relate to Jon's height issue.
Anyway, I record other shows, like The Colbert Report and Late Show, too, but mostly Elliott and I watch The Daily Show. We both think Jon Stewart is hilarious and a great interviewer. Someday I'm going to be a famous talk show host like Jon.
He and I have a lot in common.
1. We're both Jewish.
2. We both have our own talk shows--but mine's different from his. It's called TalkTime and I post the shows on YouTube.
3. We're both vertically challenged (but I still have time to grow).
Since Elliott won't be here for a while, I shoot my first TalkTime of the summer without him.
First I set up the studio (aka my bedroom) by taping a poster of New York City's skyline on my wall, kind of like they do on the Late Show with David Letterman. That way it looks like I'm shooting in an exciting location instead of boring Bensalem, Pennsylvania, where the biggest news is that they opened a Golden Corral buffet restaurant on Street Road. (Yes, I know that's a weird name for a road, but that's what it's called. It's almost as stupid as parking in a driveway and driving on a parkway.)
Anyway, next I make sure my special guest is ready in the greenroom (aka the bathroom).
Finally, I set my camera on the tripod in my bedroom, bang two empty paper-towel rolls together and say, "Action!"
Using my best talk show host voice, I begin: "Welcome to TalkTime with David Greenberg." I scribble on a piece of paper with a grand flourish, like Jon Stewart does on The Daily Show. Then I crumple the paper, toss it into my laundry basket and keep talking. "It's our first show of the summer and it's going to be a hot one. Ha! Ha!"
I hear Hammy's wheel spin like crazy, so I turn the camera toward his cage and give him a close-up. "And now," I say, "your moment of Hammy." As though on cue, Hammy hops off his wheel, looks up and twitches his whiskers.
I smile and think about how I'll edit that later, showing a split screen--Hammy on the right, credits scrolling on the left.
I point the camera back at myself and sit in front of fake New York. "Before we get to today's special guest, it's time for Top Six and a Half with David Greenberg.
"Top Six and a Half Things That I, David Todd Greenberg, Will Miss About Longwood Elementary School.
"One: The lunch lady who snuck ice cream onto my tray every Friday. By the way, awesome hairnet, lunch lady.
"Two: Student of the Week, which I won a total of seven times--more than anyone in the history of Longwood El. Wahoo!"
I pace around my room until I come up with number three. "Three: Helping Ms. Florez in the TV studio with morning announcements. She said I was the best news anchor she ever had."
I pace again and trip on the tripod. The camera topples, but I catch it. I can edit that out later, though it'll make a weird jump in the action. It would probably be safer if I wrote my Top Six and a Half before I filmed them! Back in front of fake New York, I take a deep breath and say, "Four: Spanish Club.
"Five: Academic Games.
"Six: Watching Coach Lukasik, who is definitely not vertically challenged--that man could be an NBA superstar--hula hoop during P.E. with the girls.
"And the thing I'll miss most about Longwood El?
"Six and one-half: Everything!" From the Hardcover edition.
Excerpted from How to Survive Middle School by Donna Gephart. Copyright © 2010 by Donna Gephart. Excerpted by permission of Yearling, a division of Random House LLC. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.