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I've always been small: physically petite, which made people think I had a small personality, too. And then, all of a sudden, I was a walking PSA: a bloated teen warning, taking up too much space and calling too much attention.
Immersed
"I've got two announcements," Ms. Fuentes says.
"Ms. Fuentes," Amir calls out without raising his hand. "You better not say you leaving."
"No, no. Nothing like that, Mr. Robinson," she says, and we all slump a bit in relief. "The first announcement is that there are going to be changes to the schedule. In August some new faculty members were hired, and needless to say, it has affected class schedules. There are new elective courses being offered for seniors, and I'm going to pass around the new course listing. The second announcement is about a new student."
We all groan. In almost every class I've ever had, students come and go throughout the entire year and nobody cares. But Advisory is different. Nobody wants to talk around no strangers that aren't going to last long.
"I know, I know. I've fought the administration tooth and nail to keep Advisory small and with the same students, but there just isn't room anywhere else. I've met the student and I think he'll be a great fit. He's registering today, but when he comes in tomorrow make sure you're all on your best behavior. I just wanted to give you a heads-up. Now, let's talk about electives."
Ms. Fuentes smiles and slides a handout onto each of our desks.
"Look carefully at this list, think about what class is the best fit, and get back to me tomorrow."
We all pick up our bags at the ringing bell. I wave to Ms. Fuentes on my way out, looking at the long list of electives. The old favorites are still there: Photography, Creative Writing, Woodshop, Dance. And there, tucked at the bottom of the list:
Culinary Arts: Spain Immersion.
The class title balloons and rises above the rest, growing in my vision until I can't make out the other words. In all my time at Schomburg Charter there has never been a culinary arts elective—even though the school has both a classroom kitchen and an unused café from years past. I imagine this class is going to fill right up.
And for a second, excitement bubbles inside me like a simmering pot. I can finally take an official cooking class, and one with a specific regional focus. And then I remember, it's senior year. The responsible thing to do would be to stay with my current schedule and keep my study hall. Not add another class or more work. I turn down the simmer of excitement until it dies.
Two periods later, I meet Angelica at the cafeteria entrance and she eyes the line as if she's trying to find someone who will let us cut. "Did you see the graphic design elective? You should take it with me!"
I shake my head. Girl knows I'm not doing no damn—dang—graphic design. "Angelica, we both know I can't even stick-figure draw."
She stops craning her neck and we get on the back of the line, where I rummage through my bag.
"Your stick figures are beautiful. Don't hate on yourself. But no class can compete with the culinary arts class, right? That class was made for you."
When she sees me pulling out my phone, she presses her hand to lower mine. "Girl, what are you doing? The summer must have canceled your brain. You know your phone will get taken if a security guard sees you pull it out. They live for that shit."
"'Buela has a doctor's appointment at four thirty and I may not have time to check in later. I just wanted to send a quick text to see how Babygirl's drop-off went."
Angelica changes sides with me to cover my body from any security guards or teachers who might be watching. The cafeteria ladies see me, but the only thing they care about is lunch portions and keeping the line moving. I check to make sure no one from the daycare called, send a text to 'Buela, and drop my phone back into my bag.
Excerpted from With the Fire on High by Elizabeth Acevedo. Copyright © 2019 by Elizabeth Acevedo. Excerpted by permission of HarperTeen. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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