“Ninety-eighth percentile for what ?” she asked. “The test? Or the skill of hiding?” This is the part of the story I never told anyone until now. The reason this was the final conference.
The secret wasn't that she had been sneaking into conferences all along. Mama-s Secret Parent Teacher Conference -Final-
When I walked into the library after school, expecting to grab my forgotten backpack, I saw her. She was already seated across from my new teacher, Mr. Henderson. And standing next to Mr. Henderson was the principal, Dr. Webb. “Ninety-eighth percentile for what