to know about your grades. Itâs perfectly clear to me now that you are not a below-average student, or even an average student. Far from it. And youâve been hiding that from me and everyone else at school.â She paused with her head tilted as she figured out something else. Then she said, âAnd your parents donât know how bright you are either, do they?â I shook my head. âSo why have you been keeping this a secret?â she asked.
I told her the truth in the simplest way I could. I said, âI didnât want to be different all the time. I mean, I am different, and I know that. I just didnât want everyone else to treat me that way. Because itâs not their business.â
Mrs. Byrne nodded slowly. âI can understand that, I think. But why the low grades?â
I had to trust her. I had no choice. I said, âIdid that on purpose. Iâm trying to do something . . . about grades. Everyone makes way too big a deal about them.â
Mrs. Byrneâs eyebrows scrunched together above her nose. She shook her head and said, âBut why get Ds? How can that help?â
âWell,â I said, âthose Ds already have my teachers and my parents and the principal thinking and talking about grades, right? And I hope theyâre going to think a lot more about grades. And tests, too. Because Iâve got sort of a . . . a plan.â Then I looked her right in the eye and said, âExcept if you tell on me, I donât think it will work.â
No expression. âWhat are you trying to accomplish with this . . . plan?â
âNothing bad,â I said quickly. I almost started to tell about Stephen, but I didnât. I didnât want anyone to think he was involved. So I said, âMost kids never talk about it, but a lot of the time bad grades make them feel dumb, and almost all the time itâs not true. And good grades can make other kids think that theyâre better, and thatâs not true either. And then all the kids start competing andcomparing. The smart kids feel smarter and better and get all stuck-up, and the regular kids feel stupid and like thereâs no way to ever catch up. And the people who are supposed to help kids, the parents and the teachers, they donât. They just add more pressure and keep making up more and more tests.â
Mrs. Byrneâs eyes flashed and she shook her head sharply. âBut the teachers donât like all this testing either. And I was not happy when they made me start giving grades in library skills. Thatâs not what the library is for. So donât think itâs only the teachers. Itâs the school boards. And the state. And the federal government, too.â
Then her pale cheeks colored, just a hint. Mrs. Byrne tried to hide it, but she was embarrassed by that outburst. She hadnât meant to show me what she was feeling.
But she had.
I pretended not to notice. I said, âWell, anyway, we have to have the tests and the grades, and of course the grades are going to be used to sort us into different levels in sixth gradeâthe smart kids and the dumb kids. And I donât likethe way itâs done and I want to try to change some things.â
Mrs. Byrne said, âIsnât this dangerous? For you, I mean. Getting such bad grades?â
I said, âMaybe. But itâs sort of like I have immunity. Iâm smart, and I know Iâm smart, and I know that when I have to prove Iâm smart, Iâll be able to. My grades wonât matter so much, not like they do now for a lot of kids. And even if I do get into some trouble, I donât care. Iâm not doing this for fun. And Iâm not doing it for myself.â I paused, and then I said, âAnd I think I can do it without any help . . . at least, I hope so.â
That was bait. And Mrs. Byrne knew I was fishing. And she went for the hook anyway.
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