A Third Grader’s Theft (aka Sticky Fingers)
Check out my new essay in this week’s Christian Science Monitor.
A Third Grader’s Theft
If I were ever to spiral down toward a life of crime, I’m pretty sure I’d be able to pinpoint the day it all began.
It was a nerd-eat-nerd world in Mr. Lane’s third-grade class, and Sameer and I were at the top of the geek food chain. Whether it was fraction quizzes, spelling bees, or a quest to memorize the most world capitals, we were always neck and neck in our race for the imaginary title of Biggest Smartypants of 3C.
In elementary school, scholastic superiority tends to manifest itself in the form of sticker accumulation. Scratch-n-sniff varieties were extremely popular in the early 1990s, as were Hello Kitty for the girls and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for the boys. Woe to the pupil who got the simple smiley face or, worse yet, a puny “Good job!” scrawled across her work sheet.
But the holy grail of academic achievement came in the form of Mr. Lane’s coveted 3-D stickers, the kind that shift images depending on the angle – two stickers in one! – and only given out on rare occasion to the truly deserving for the biggest accomplishments. Sameer and I were ahead of the class when it came to amassing these, and each of us was determined to finish the year out on top.