"Troy it's your turn to read," Ms. Tilghman ripped from the front of the classroom.
"A'ight man, yelling ain't called for yah'mean?" Troy responded.
He began reading from "Julius Caesar" with his voice pitched high and stifled like he swallowed a small bird: "I am glad that my weak words, have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus."
My entire 10th grade class drowned in laughter. Tears rolled down acne-riddled faces and ashy hands grasped bellies to stop the painful cackling. We all witnessed Troy conquer our English Literature teacher again. He became a king for it. Troy was a kid from East Baltimore who'd...