At school, I tried to lie low. That worked fairly well, but still, trouble found me. After history and geography class, Mr. Schneider wanted to talk to me.
“Samantha, I feel like you’re having difficulty finding enthusiasm for these topics.” He was sitting on the edge of his desk and slowly stretching his legs.
“No, it’s not that—”
“I know you’re smart, but you need motivation. I’d like to talk to your parents about a great program that I think you’d be a good candidate for.”
Oh no, I thought. He wanted to talk to my parents?
“Mr. Schneider, please… Please, don’t call my parents. I’ll improve, I promise!”
“Samantha, calm down. Let me talk to your parents, and then we’ll see what happens.” He started packing up his bag, dismissing me. I dragged myself home. The whole week had been crap.
“Scotland? You want to send me to Scotland for the summer?”
I was stunned.
My mom was talking and my dad was standing behind me. His arms were on the back of my chair, like he thought I was going to bolt.
“Mr. Schneider says he knows you’re really smart, but he’s convinced that you just aren’t working up to your potential. He thinks this exchange program would be a terrific opportunity for you—and we agree.”
Apparently, the teacher had brainwashed my mom; otherwise, she wouldn’t dream of letting me go so far from home.
“Sam. Think about it before you say no. We told Mr. Schneider that we’d get back to him by Friday. Just think about it for now.”
Scotland. I was lying in my bed, weighing my options and gently tugging on Grandma’s necklace. I’d been wearing it a lot lately. Kim was head over heels for Justin and would probably spend every waking moment with him. Ryan was probably telling everyone I was a prude. My beloved cousin Ashley was going to come and comfort Ryan—with her boobs—and sleep in my room.
This made Mr. Schneider’s offer a lot more appealing. He said that a teacher in Scotland—some guy named Roy Leary—had proposed the exchange, swapping a student from Milford with a student from Scotland. By choosing me, Mr. Schneider was hoping to awaken my interest in geography and history. According to him, Scotland had a very moving and interesting history. On top of that, my parents thought it was a good idea. They’d certainly be happier with me if I were at least giving the impression that I was doing something constructive with myself.
On Friday I told Mr. Schneider that I’d love to spend my summer in Scotland.