I felt like I really had graduated from Mr. Bridge’s class in a way. I knew when it started that it was just a temporary thing. Now I could sit among my friends and not freak out that I wasn’t an open book. It was my life and I had to be comfortable in my own skin. Having some boundaries that I could control made me feel normal again. Maybe they knew about me, maybe they didn’t. But if we ever talked about it, it would be when I was ready.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“Bonjour, bonne chance et que le meilleur gagne!” Mr. Winthrop was the lead judge, a silver-haired language guru who ran Roosevelt High’s language programs. ‘Good Day. Good luck and may the best win.’ indeed. French Day had arrived and I was buzzing. Everything had fallen into place. I had accepted the lead in The Corn is Green, Rick
