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School Daze
Kulia i ka nu‘u
Strive to reach the highest.
Ms. Robinson’s class was noisy the day we came back from Thanksgiving break. Nobody wanted to focus on algebra; everybody wanted to go outside and talk story about the holidays. Ms. Robinson took pity on us and let us out of first period a little early.
Everyone except me.
“Zader? Can you come over here for a minute?” she asked.
Great. Her minutes last forever.
“Sure,” I said, walking over to her.
She reached into a drawer and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, flattening it out on the desk.
Crap. Now I’m in trouble for wasting paper.
“I found this in the rubbish can before Thanksgiving break. Is it yours?” she asked.
“Yeah.” I bit my lip.
Here comes the lecture.
She turned it a little so we could both see it. Wit
