[ WP ] After a long and exciting life , Mrs. Frizzle has died . Her long-ago students meet at her funeral - for the first time in a while - to reminisce about their experiences with her and how it 's shaped them .

I remember the first time she took us on a feild trip. I got really nervous. We all got in the bus and Mrs. Frizzle turned right around after putting the bus in park. We had gone to the nearby lake. She had brought out a boom box, an easel with a huge notepad, and a few plastic bags filled with what looked like shriveled mushrooms. We thought she was going to give us a lesson on fungi, but she started talking about the ecosystem of the lake. I was doubtful because I do n't know of any mushrooms that grow in this lake. 
 
 Mrs. Frizzle passed everyone a small handful of mushrooms. She told us we had to eat them because they are brain food and will, `` help unlock our minds and souls to the power of learning and enlightenment.'' Most of us did n't like mushrooms, but we ate them because she said we would flunk if we could n't learn like this. 
 
 I did n't feel worried after a minute or two. Or was it hours? Year? Eons? I did n't care. I drifted through reality. The bus went through the water and grew fins. We all got off the bus as she talked to us. I do n't remember changing into scuba gear, or any of my classmates either. We all got on the bus as it smiled at us. The bus submerged as we got smaller and smaller. We all went out a hatch that appeared in the floor of the bus. Mrs. Frizzle started talking about the minnows, and I understood every word as if it were my whole being. The minnows were as big as the bus. The whole day drifted by as we changed to be like each part of the ecosystem. We were one with the lake. We made it back to the parking lot as the bus reverted back to normal. 
 
 That was my first trip with Mrs. Frizzle and I will cherish every trip I took with her and my classmates. I know she will find peace, because she was one with everything.
