What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable!
In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! —Shakespeare, Hamlet
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The Spud Lamp was a big hit at the science fair. Jack and I got an A for it.
It was the first A Jack got in any class all year long, so he was psyched.
All the science-fair projects were set up on tables in the gym. It was the same setup as the Egyptian Museum back in December,
except this time there were volcanoes and molecule dioramas on the tables instead of pyramids and pharaohs.
And instead of the kids taking our parents around to look at everybody else's artifact,
we had to stand by our tables while all the parents wandered around the room and came over to us one by one.
Here's the math on that one: Sixty kids in the grade equals sixty sets of parents—and doesn't even include grandparents.
So that's a minimum of one hundred and twenty pairs of eyes that find their way over to me.
Eyes that aren't as used to me as their kids' eyes are by now.
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