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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 class enrichment, for a measly percentage of a grade point?