The whole classroom is silent, still, and then a boy seated in the front row volunteers. He walks to the front of the classroom. He is wearing a T-shirt with a photograph of a galaxy on it, millions and millions of twinkling stars. The boy works quickly and when he is done, he walks back to his desk without saying anything. Mr. Anderson checks his work, and claps as he announces that all of the boy’s answers are correct. I stare at the back of the boy’s head, imagining and thinking about all those swirling stars on the front of his shirt, all those different worlds.
