![]() I know he doesn’t try as hard as you do, but if not for Charlie, he would have valedictorian in the bag.” Don’t tell anybody I said so, but that boy is obnoxiously smart. If his grades remain on course, he will make salutatorian.” Flipping a paper over, she tells me, “I believe with dedication you can move up to third, but if I’m bein’ honest with you, sweetheart, I don’t think you can bump Carter out of second. Grimacing in a way that fills me with dread, she says, “Currently, Carter Mahoney is ranked 2nd highest in your graduating class. Tell me how to get there and I’ll do it.” “I’m ranked 4th in my class and I have to move up to 2nd. “But I only have to make salutatorian, not valedictorian,” I point out. ![]() With only senior year left, it’s simply not possible to catch up.” Charlie’s GPA is-you’re not taking enough of the right classes to compete with him, and even if we could get special permissions to transfer you into the classes you’d need, you still can’t catch up. “Well, there’s no catching up to the valedictorian. Shaking myself out of it, I ask her, “Okay, so what do I have to do to catch up?” It would put a dent in it, but not a big one. A Pell grant wouldn’t make up the other half of the lost scholarship. Half the tuition rate alone would be 18 grand a year, and that’s not even factoring in the cost of housing and living expenses. ![]() She keeps talking, but I can’t focus on what she’s saying. ![]()
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