In The Beginning:
I had always come first in every grade, up to and including, the tenth grade. In that grade, I remember some very good looking and capable girls students, who couldn’t seem to beat me in the scholastic arena. Looking back on those times, I now suspect that the nuns had a tendency to mark me higher because I was a boy. I was never abused by these dears but for some reason they seemed to take great pleasure in running their hands through my thick mane of black hair.
With permission of the author. This is an on going saga one paragraph at a time. It begins on Friday July the 6th.