mostly because of the fact that they get to leave now. But, part of that applause, I know, is because they don’t think I deserved to win. I wonder why I am always trying to be something that I’m not. Mr. Nye runs up onto the stage and holds Jodie Henderson’s hand like she’s some sort of prizefighter. He says some stuff into the microphone as I sit in my chair never wanting to move again. My shoes are untied. This feels like a practical joke. Black boys weren’t meant for schooling and everybody knows that.
