The Class Dunce? No, I'm the Valedictorian

For three whole years, everyone at school knows me as a hopeless student who can barely pass a test.

After the SATs, I am sitting at my cousin's college acceptance celebration, quietly eating my meal.

My aunt, Karen Reed, suddenly snatches the plate from my hands. "Your scores are pathetic, and you still have the nerve to sit here and eat?"

My cousin, Wilbert Yard, swirls his drink and sneers. "Jason, you won't get anywhere in life with a brain like yours. You can be my driver someday. I'll pay you 800 dollars a month."

My uncle, George Yard, points a finger in my face.