So on Wednesday, I was on the train coming home. I was in a very good mood. But then I started to look around the four train. I mean really look around. Look at all the people, their expressions, their clothing, and the way they looked back at me. And I realized why the people in the Bronx always resented Bronx Science kids. I understood, their contempt. They were so poor, the clothes they wore the sad, miserable, deeply lined faces. They looked so pitiful, yet they expected no pity.
