“You know, Yitzy,” Yossi began, “if the math test really bothers you, why don’t you just go over to Mr. Goldfarb and ask him to move it to a different day?”
“You know, Yitzy,” Yossi began, “if the math test really bothers you, why don’t you just go over to Mr. Goldfarb and ask him to move it to a different day?”
“I don’t believe this,” Yitzy moaned. “It just isn’t fair! I can’t take the math test on the same day as the Mishnayos competition!”
Yossi scratched his head. “I don’t get it, Yitzy,” he said, “I understand why you’re worried about the Mishnayos competition, but since when do you care about math tests? What’s the big deal if you fail this math test? You never seemed to mind failing them until now. Why is this test so different?”
The answer to Yossi’s question was simple. This math test was very different than any other one Yitzy had ever taken. It was going to be the most important math test of his entire life.
He thought back to the meeting in Mr. Blum’s office. The lawyer had been very clear. In order for Yitzy to become the owner of the building, he would have to win the Mishnayos competition and get a hundred on his next math test. How in the world could he possibly do both of those things on the same day?
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