you tell her first.â
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And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends stolen out of Holy Writ
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
âRichard III
, Act I, Scene iii, Lines 336-338
I TOLD M OM about the Nyquil with Dr. Parks standing right there. Then I told Dad about the Nyquil while Mom listened. And by the time I was finished telling, it was all about the Nyquil and the flu and my just wanting to sign up for this taekwondo class, but thinking my parents wouldnât let me because I was already busy with the school musical.
âIâll drive you to school tomorrow and Friday,â Dad said. It wasnât open for discussion.
âAnd no more Nyquil,â Mom said. âWhen you think you need medicine, we need to know.â
âNo more Nyquil,â I promised. My parents seemed satisfied. It was an easy promise to keep. Nobody said anything about vodka. That would have been a problem. I tried not to think about that. Spring break would be here soon enough. Maybe taekwondo wouldhelp me feel relaxed and more focused again, too, like it did for Shanika.
That night I got a text from Troy. âWhat did Dr. say?â
âJust needed a physical for taekwondo over spring break.â
âTaekwondo?â
âWhy not, right?â I texted back.
âSee you in the morning?â
âDad wants to drive me the rest of this week.â
âK.â
And that was it. I tried not to think about it.
Just when I was getting good at not thinking, Mr. Conaway decided that we should study Socrates in our AP World History class. âThe Socratic Method is a favorite with teachers, philosophers and lawyers,â he said. Then we spent the whole period discussing a single question: âWhat is Virtue?â
There was lots of talk about vice and virtue and right and wrong. I sat quietly in my seat avoiding teacher eye contact. Eventually, though, Mr. Conaway asked me directly, âWhat do you think about virtue, Sandy?â
âSome rise by sin, and some by virtue fall,â I replied.
Mr. Conaway laughed. âShakespeare, I presume?â
I nodded. â
Measure for Measure
.â
âBut what does it mean?â
I shrugged. âI guess it means that sometimes people succeed by doing the wrong thing, and some people fail even though theyâve done everything the right way.â
âDo you think thatâs true?â Mr. Conaway asked.
Hands shot up all over the classroom. The whole thing turned into a debate on whether itâs better to do the right thing for thewrong reasons or the wrong thing for the right reasons. I just stayed out of it.
Nothing is right. Itâs all wrong. Whatâs wrong with me?
Then came our spring break assignment. âPick one of the questions and really think about it,â Mr. Conaway instructed as he handed out a long list of questions like âWhat is Justice?â and âWhat is Truth?â
âJust think about it?â someone asked.
âThink about it, and then write about it in a way that lets me know youâve given the question serious thought,â Mr. Conaway replied.
âHow long does it have to be?â inquired another student.
âDoesnât matter,â said Mr. Conaway. âThereâs no right answer and no right length.â
This created quite a stir. âDoes that mean youâre not going to grade us?â
âYouâll definitely be getting a grade on this assignment.â
Amy Taylorâs hand shot up. Her one and only goal in life was to be class valedictorian. âHow can you grade us on something that doesnât have a right answer and you wonât even tell us how long the answer needs to be?â
âLet me just tell you that the more âcannedâ your answer sounds, the less inclined Iâll be to give you a good grade.â
âBut thatâs not fair!â Amy argued. âYou have to tell us what you want us
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations