A Separate Peace.pdf - Southwest High School

26But Finny gave me little time to worry about that. Eight after lunch there was a game ofblitzball which took most of the afternoon, and right after dinner there was the meeting of theSuper Suicide Society of the Summer Session.That night in our room, even though I was worn out from all the exercise, I tried to catch upto what had been happening in trigonometry."You work too hard," Finny said, sitting opposite me at the table where we read. The studylamp cast a round yellow pool between us. "You know all about History and English andFrench and everything else. What good will Trigonometry do you?""I'll have to pass it to graduate, for one thing.""Don't give me that line. Nobody at Devon has ever been surer of graduating than you are.You aren't working for that. You want to be head of the class, valedictorian, so you can make aspeech on Graduation Day—in Latin or something boring like that probably—and be the boywonder of the school. I know you.""Don't be stupid. I wouldn't waste my time on anything like that.""You never waste your time. That's why I have to do it for you.""Anyway," I grudgingly added, "somebody's got to be the head of the class.""You see, I knew that's what you were aiming at," he concluded quietly."Fooey."What if I was. It was a pretty good goal to have, it seemed to me. After all, he should talk.He had won and been proud to win the Galbraith Football Trophy and the Contact SportAward, and there were two or three other athletic prizes he was sure to get this year or next. If Iwas head of the class on Graduation Day and made a speech and won the Ne Plus UltraScholastic Achievement Citation, then we would both have come out on top, we would beeven, that was all. We would be even. . . .Was that it! My eyes snapped from the textbook toward him. Did he notice this suddenglance shot across the pool of light? He didn't seem to; he went on writing down his strangecurlicue notes about Thomas Hardy in Phineas Shorthand. Was that it! With his head bent overin the lamplight I could discern a slight mound in his brow above the eyebrows, the faint bulgewhich is usually believed to indicate mental power. Phineas would be the first to disclaim anygreat mental power in himself. But what did go on in his mind? If I was the head of the classand won that prize, then we would be even. . . .His head started to come up, and mine snapped down. I glared at the textbook. "Relax," hesaid. "Your brain'll explode if you keep this up.""You don't need to worry about me, Finny.""I'm not worried."