When I was in high school, one of the first honors I got was to be a member of the Arista, which is a group of kids who got good grades–eh?–and everybody wanted to be a member of the Arista, and when I got into the Arista I discovered that what they did in their meetings was to sit around to discuss who else was worthy to join this wonderful group that we are–okay? So we sat around trying to decide who it was who would get to be allowed into this Arista.
