should be ashamed of him- or herself.
My point is that I donât like ties. But that didnât matter. Birthday or not, I had no say in the matter. For extra special occasions, I had to wear a jacket and tie, no two ways about it.
Which is why I was scratching, pulling, yanking, and otherwise doing whatever I could to separate my skin from the collar of my shirt, when I walked into the school auditorium at exactly 3:59 p.m.âone minute before the start of the awards ceremony.
âYouâre going to stretch it past repair,â said my mom, walking behind me and trying to slap my hand away from my shirt.
âI know. Thatâs the whole point.â
I took a look around the auditorium. All the teachers were sitting in the front, on the right side. I saw Ms. Ferrell, my guidance counselor, and Mrs. Massey, my old art teacherâby old, I mean I had her last year, and also sheâs actually very old.
My Spanish teacher, Señora Cohen, was talking to Mr. Radonski, which was interesting, because Mr. Radonski had once annoyed all the Spanish and French teachers by claiming that foreign languages were overrated. I believe his exact words were, âWe should be teaching the rest of the world to speak American, not the other way around!â I guess on graduation day, though, all is forgiven, and weâre all one big happy family.
Jake waved. âCharlie Joe, come sit over here!â He and Nareem were saving me a seat. The good news was that they looked just as miserable in their jackets and ties as I did. The bad news was that Timmy and Pete werenât there, because they werenât getting awards. That wasnât all that surprising. What was surprising is that I was there.
âWhere are Katie and Hannah?â
Jake shrugged. âProbably still in the parking lot, trying to figure out how to walk in heels.â We all laughed and shook our heads. The person who invented high-heeled shoes was as much of a sadist as the person who invented ties.
âThereâs Hannah,â Nareem said, pointing. She was coming down the aisle with her parents, and yup, Teddy. He saw me and grinned.
âAnother swim later, birthday boy?â
I ignored him.
âHey, that reminds me,â Jake said. âAre you mad that your birthday is on the same day as graduation?â
âWell, Iâm not overly thrilled about it, to tell you the truth.â I checked to see if my parents were looking, and then I unbuttoned the top button of my shirt. I can only describe the feeling as similar to what a person probably feels when theyâre let out of jail after twenty-five years. âBut I am having a separate birthday party next weekend, so weâre all good there,â I added. âItâs gonna be at Chowâs Palace.â I had recently developed an obsession with Chinese food, especially spare ribs. You havenât lived until youâve had Chowâs spare ribs.
I was scanning the crowd, looking for Katie and her parents, when the lights dimmed and the crowd hushed. A light went up on the stage, and there was our principal, Mrs. Sleep, standing at the microphone.
âIf I could have your attention, please,â she said, in that deep voice that had scared the heck out of me for years. âWelcome students, faculty, parents, family, and friends. On the day when our students will soon leave us to go on to bigger and better things, we pause to stop, and reflect, and honor those among us who have accomplished a special measure of achievement. Welcome to the thirty-ninth annual Eastport Middle School Awards Ceremony!â
The program began, and the first batch of awards was handed out. Nareem won the Math Award, for solving some theorem that probably would have stumped Albert Einstein. Hannah won the School Spirit Award, which makes sense, since she was the most loved and admired student in the whole school (see, it wasnât just me). Big Phil Manning won the
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