My eighteen scouts were excited to see me do something I feared, the mountain climbing merit badge. But since I promised I would do any valid scout thing they wanted, I was stuck.
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I was scoutmaster to eighteen boys. They had tried to challenge me at different times, and they had always come out the losers. Once fourteen of them tried to throw me in a lake, and I got twelve of them in before the other two ran off. They didn’t give up easily, though, and were determined to get me.
Victor was in trouble again. It seemed that everywhere he went, he was in trouble. Part of the problem was he had been in six high schools in three years. It was hard for him to make friends. He would just start making some, and then his family would move again. Victor had decided it wasn’t worth trying.
I have a clear recollection of wolfing down a carton of yogurt, then pausing over an open box of cereal and wondering if Sister Harris and Sister Jensen would be shocked if I skipped the bowl and just poured the granola straight down my throat.
Tyson knew what the other band students said about him. They called him a nerd. He did love computers, math, and science. But he also loved band. On the other hand, the students in his computer, math, and science classes called him “Mr. Trumpet.” He knew that he didn’t fit in with either group.