He lets out a defeated sigh. “School is a specific kind of game, you know? And you play it so well—you, specifically. And it feels like sometimes, I barely even know the rules. I think I’m smart. I know a lot of things. I know how to entertain myself, how to feed myself, how to find new ways to do things. But it’s like that kind of knowledge doesn’t matter to them. There’s no way to prove it.” “‘Like only a certain sort of knowledge is valuable.’” It’s my mom’s voice coming from my own mouth.
