The first time we all meet Stacy, it's just a regular morning.
Our teacher, Simon, is in front of the room, shuffling flash cards. He leans back against the science counter, mixes the deck a couple of times, and hooks one ankle over the other, the way he always does. Then he holds up the first word.
," he says out loud, so we can hear how it sounds. I write, the study of
. Things are quiet while pencils scratch, sounding just like gerbils making a nest out of cedar chips and Kleenex. Simon holds up the next one. Astro
. On a test he'll put them together, and we'll have to figure out that...