07/14/2014
Upon Arriving At The Waiting Room For Selective Enrollment Testing
Here we are. Some couches and chairs – the couches a little on the old side, a little ratty, like this may be a student lounge area, but not so bad, I suppose. We won’t be here long – you’ve either got it or you don’t, right Tyler? Take, for instance, that boy over there, and now over there, and – my God – over there, like this is a playground and not a room at an institution of higher learning – behavior which, if I was in charge here, would figure heavily in my determination of who is selected and who is not. Thank God Tyler has always exhibited a high degree of self-control (exhibit A: look how he sits right down, without being told, and commences to take in his surroundings, his eyes behind those glasses like built-in surveillance, scanning back and forth, not at all “freakish” as his uncle insists, he with the 3rd grader who is lucky if he can read at all, let alone at grade level ), a quality I would love to take credit for, but which, honestly, is one of those things, a genuine gift.
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