soft carpet or lie on our stomachs or, if we get there early, flop in one of the big leather armchairs.
Lately Dean Swiftâs been talking about the human body. Weâre studying cells and how every part of your body is made of them. There are skin cells and heart cells and eyeball cells. Mean Jack must have gotten extra fist cells. Tuffman got extra rude cells. Mary Anne must have gotten extra pretty cells. I must have gotten some extra weirdo cells.
But then Dean Swift says something so interesting that I forget about Mary Anne and Tuffman. I donât forget about the extra weirdo cells, though, because from what the dean says, I might be on to something.
âThe center of each cell is called the nucleus. Now, in the nucleus of every cell, you will find your DNA. DNA is a code telling your body how you should look, and even how you should act. Have you ever seen a recipe in a cookbook? That is like your DNA,â he says. âAnd it is different for each human. Half of it comes from your mother and half of it comes from your father. It is the recipe for you .â
I like how he always gives us a picture idea. I think of the cards in my momâs old recipe box. I havenât opened the box since we all lived together. But I imagine a million copies of one of those recipes, written out in her handwriting, floating around everywhere in me. Kid-Kebab. Raul Stew.
âScientists have begun to map the human genome. It will take many generations to fully understand. Itâs a bit like cracking a secret code.â
Then he stops talking. He sits there with his mouth open and no words coming out.
When Dean Swift stops talking, it means that in a minute or two he is going to tell us something he didnât mean to tell us. Itâs something he doesnât know yet but is trying to understand. It has nothing to do with the learning target. And itâs always the most interesting thing anyone will say to me all day long.
âI wonder. Do you know there is another kind of DNA?â he says slowly. âItâs a DNA we get only fromour mothers. Itâs in each cell but outside the nucleus. Itâs a shorter code than the DNA inside the nucleus. Itâs a special recipe that tells your cells how to turn the food you eat into energy.â He writes mtDNA on the board. âItâs called mitochondrial DNA, but we write it like that. And you only get it from your mother.â
He stands and walks to the window that looks out over the ravine. I get a shiver, the kind I usually get when Iâm deep in White Deer Woods and Iâm me but not myself. My spine sparks like it does when I change.
âThis kind of DNA you get from your mother has to do with your bodyâs growth and development,â he says. âSometimes there are mutations. That means changes.â He turns around and looks right at meâor right through me. âThey only happen very rarely. That mutation will be handed down from mother to child. We know about the problems such mutations might cause. They affect vision and hearing, muscles, and the heart in particular.â He pauses and shakes his head. âBut we donât know if there are mutations that cause improvements in hearing and vision, greater muscle strength, or a heart that beats harder and stronger and longer. We donât know about that because there are no documented studies on that. Not yet, anyhow.â
He sits down and looks at me. This time Iâm sure he sees me. âScientists donât really know what gifts our mothers have given us. Only we do.â
Dean Swift really has a way with words sometimes.
I look down, because my eyes are saying too much. Maybe Dean Swift guessed how much the new kid coming today reminds me of the first day I came here and how sad and lost I felt. He wants me to know my mom is everywhere inside me all of the time. That itâs not just words; itâs science.
The bell rings and we pick up
Jonathan Santlofer, S.J. Rozan