From the moment he arrived it appeared he had no fear.

The teachers didn’t intimidate him like they did the rest of us.

He had about him a bravado that was sure to bring him grief.

But he showed no trepidation, as he waded into the class, guns blazing as they say.

It was clear he didn’t want to be there,

His attitude was one of defiance, he took his seat and that’s all he did,

Lessons were not for him, disruption and play was more to his liking,

In each class he gave the teacher equal billing,

Questioned their commands, refused to cooperate,

Homework was what everyone else did, never him,

Detention was a mere inconvenience.

There was one subject in which he showed interest

Drama

He loved the play-acting, the games, the imagining he could be someone else.

The school play came around and he auditioned and was given a leading role

Embracing the situation he made the play sing for him

If only, said his teachers, he could wade into their subjects like he did with drama.

He was a smart kid, he knew what he liked, he had no tolerance for fools, either sitting with him or standing in front of him,

Why waste time on that which didn’t hold meaning.

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