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Chapter 9:- Someone Points Out I Have A Brain
Despite my best efforts, my teachers soon figured out that I am, and do forgive me for my lack of modesty, brilliant. This had varying effects with different teachers. My French teacher pulled me aside and said she cannot keep letting me slide by in her class, because I should be getting an A+ every quarter, no problem. My English teacher did nothing. She decided to leave me alone after I brushed her off a few times. My biology teacher was after me to do this and that - "take the SAT2, Adrina," "join Science Olympiad, Adrina." Well, too bad for him. My parents aren't into that extra stuff, anyway. But it was my math teacher that got me hardest. She suggested I take extra classes at MIT (the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, about an hour from my stupid little town). And who took her seriously? Only my mother - who promptly signed me up to take various classes there every Sunday. But it wasn’t so bad, I suppose. It was very nice, actually - I walked around Boston by myself, got to hang around MIT, and I meet some cool people who actually like me. Despite myself, I like the classes too. So much more challenging (therefore so much more fun) than at school. I pretended that I didn’t, because what self-respecting girl likes extra math? But it's like when you are on a diet and someone waves a wonderful pie in front of you - golden-brown, just out of the oven, smelling of sugar, and cinnamon. You just can't resist.
Everyone was really nice, too. And as long as I wore long sleeves, there was nothing to show that I was any different from them. We were all in the same boat there - extra math classes we are pretending we don't like; they accepted me there.
Too soon, the classes are over, and my dad won’t pay for more. It was good while it lasted.
Despite my best efforts, my teachers soon figured out that I am, and do forgive me for my lack of modesty, brilliant. This had varying effects with different teachers. My French teacher pulled me aside and said she cannot keep letting me slide by in her class, because I should be getting an A+ every quarter, no problem. My English teacher did nothing. She decided to leave me alone after I brushed her off a few times. My biology teacher was after me to do this and that - "take the SAT2, Adrina," "join Science Olympiad, Adrina." Well, too bad for him. My parents aren't into that extra stuff, anyway. But it was my math teacher that got me hardest. She suggested I take extra classes at MIT (the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, about an hour from my stupid little town). And who took her seriously? Only my mother - who promptly signed me up to take various classes there every Sunday. But it wasn’t so bad, I suppose. It was very nice, actually - I walked around Boston by myself, got to hang around MIT, and I meet some cool people who actually like me. Despite myself, I like the classes too. So much more challenging (therefore so much more fun) than at school. I pretended that I didn’t, because what self-respecting girl likes extra math? But it's like when you are on a diet and someone waves a wonderful pie in front of you - golden-brown, just out of the oven, smelling of sugar, and cinnamon. You just can't resist.
Everyone was really nice, too. And as long as I wore long sleeves, there was nothing to show that I was any different from them. We were all in the same boat there - extra math classes we are pretending we don't like; they accepted me there.
Too soon, the classes are over, and my dad won’t pay for more. It was good while it lasted.
