Extra Credit
There’s no manual to study, and no one right answer — to anything T had no idea why Mrs. Goldstein asked me to stay after class that day.If I’m remembering right, she sat down in the desk next to me, auburn sheitel in a side pony, proffering a folderful of neatly printed sheets. “Wait... you want me to do extra work? For no reason?” I was genuinely puzzled. It was ninth grade, early in the year. I was 13. What 13-year-old wants to spend their time — their free time — on Chumash...
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