Who would have ever believed that he, Yitzy Levinson, the boy who never paid attention in class, could have done such a thing?
As he handed in his math test, Yitzy was in a panic. He simply had to know if he got a hundred or not. He took a deep breath. He was pretty sure he had done well on the test, but doing well wasn’t enough. In order to win the building, he needed to get 100 percent, and nothing less. It usually took a few days for Mr. Goldfarb to grade and return tests. Yitzy knew that if he had to wait a few days to find out his mark he would go crazy. He had to speak to his teacher.
The bell rang. School was over. As the all the other boys filed out of the classroom, Yitzy headed to his teacher’s desk.
Mr. Goldfarb was busy straightening out a big pile of test papers. Yitzy didn’t know what to say, so he just stood there silently, watching Mr. Goldfarb pick up the papers and put them in his briefcase.
It took Mr. Goldfarb a few seconds to notice Yitzy standing there watching him.
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