Everybody cares when there's music playing

Nobody cares when Joey drops the bat and the ball rolls across his toes onto third base. Nobody cares when half the kids are sharing sandwiches and not one of them ever says, “C’mon Joey, come eat with us.” Nobody cares when the popular kids make all the decisions for next week.

Why do they stand in front of me so I can’t see what they’re doing, Joey thinks to himself? Why do they never talk to me? I know. I have always known.

It’s because I can’t hit a baseball, can’t throw a softball, can’t even land a snowball on the intended victim. That’s for today.

How about tomorrow? The teachers are vi...