Chapter 29

Just beyond the door he stopped to pull out his class schedule. The piece of paper was folded tight in his pocket, untouched from when he had stuck it there. He smoothed the creases out against his notebook and looked over the schedule for the first time. English, math, science—the staples of education. Maybe most of it would be review, he prayed. They couldn’t just launch into a senior thesis or trigonometry the first day, right?

His first class was upstairs, Fundamentals of Grammar.Oh joy. The stairs were beside him, across from the cafeteria entrance, a few students already lingering on the steps. An excitement trilled through the air, an undercurrent of anticipation, a feeling that he didn’t understand because it never occurred to him that some people might actually enjoyschool. He felt like an outcast already, before any bells had rung or any words spoken, simply because he didn’t feel the same energy that surged through everyone else.