from “A Ribbon for Baldy” by Jesse Stuart
The day Professor Herbert started talking about a project for each member of our General Science class, I was more excited than I had ever been. I wanted to have an outstanding project. I wanted it to be greater, to be more unusual than those of my classmates. I wanted to do something worthwhile, and something to make them respect me.
I’d made the best grade in my class in General Science. I’d made more yardage, more tackles and carried the football across the goal line more times than any player on my team. But making good grades and playing rugged football hadn’t made them forget that I rode a mule to school….
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