I had newly sensed the resentment of some of my classmates that I was always ready with an answer. Up until then I had been rather eager to share... "Brainiac" was a name for a girl boys liked. "Brainiac" sounded like a too-smart, no-personality robot.
The first class I attended as this new-and-improved me was English with Sister Benedicta. That year marked Sister Benedicta's 40th anniversary of corralling 13-year-olds into sitting up straight and diagramming sentences.
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