Front of the Class Page #3

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Guys? Guys! All right. That's it. We're going back to the car. Come on.

I'm still hungry

You know what would be nice? One day without you acting up.

One.

Wait up, Dad.

So, what's the announcement, Dad?

I've been seeing someone.

What do you mean seeing somebody?

Her name is Diane, and she...

Brad, please! Stop doing that!

I can't.

I mean, nothings' happened yet, but...

how would you guys feel about having a stepmom?

No way!

We've already got a Mom!

Well. Now you're gonna have two.

I talked to your mom about it and she's fine with it. She said...

I said STOP It! STOP It!

See, I really couldn't blame Dad for losing it.

My tics drove him nuts.

Because, like my teachers,

he had no name for my strange behavior.

Except ''insufferable''.

Now, somehow I don't know how, I made okay grades.

But, what would take a normal person an hour,

took me two.

Or three. I mean, I loved learning,

but I hated, hated reading.

Trying to concentrate brought out the worst in my Constant Companion.

Brad? Come up here, please.

I know you think you're the class clown, but I've had it with you.

I can't help help it.

That's what you always say. I don't want to hear any more excuses.

Your classmates are trying to study...

...and your clowning makes it impossible.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize to me. Apologize to them.

Eyes up here, everyone. Sit up straight, please.

Brad has something to say to you.

I'm sorry l...

that you can't study because of me.

And?

You promise never to make any more silly noises ever again.

Promise I won't make any more silly noises ever again.

Take your seat. All of you, back to your books.

As difficult as this may be for you,

Mrs. Cohen, I assure you,

the teachers are at their wits end.

I understand that, of course...

Sharon, would you hold all my calls?

but all we...

Now, this has got to be the last chance. The very last chance.

Brad, look, I sent for your mother

because things have just gotten out of control here.

Now, she's going to take you home today.

You can come back...

Can't help it.

Sorry, what did you say?

He said he can't help it.

Right.

What if he's telling the truth?

You've got a bright boy, Mrs. Cohen,

but making excuses for him...

Making excuses is not going to help.

Now, he needs to use this time to ask himself ...

Brad! Com'on. Let's go.

...this question: "Why am I sabotaging myself? "

I don't care if they expel me. I hate that school.

Well, it's that school or another school.

I hate all schools. Why are we going here ?

To find some answers.

I can't go in the library

they'll throw me out. Please, Mom.

All right, com'ere. Sit over here.

Well, maybe we're just going down the wrong track.

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