Top of the Class

Once upon a time, I knew a lawyer's son who went off on a mission from God.

We'll break here for more important things. In the meantime, I graduated from high school at the top of my class, graduated from a bachelor's program at the not-top of my class, and did some neat, important stuff in a small town with hills all around. Almost a decade passed, and I took up the study of law. And wouldn't you know, it--the lawyer's son was also at the same school. He'd done his thing, and the world was still evil and horrible, but at least he felt better. Hey, I can relate to that.

We hit it off as famously as one would expect a devout religious person and an undecided person to do--to wit, nothing hit, either way. Anyway, he was just someone from an old life, and I was determined to coast through law school with my sanity and morals intact. We don't talk much.

I just found out that this lawyer's son is at the top of his law class. I, on the other hand, am strictly in the middle of mine.

Suddenly, I'm jealous. That's not exactly conducive to my plan of being the C student that becomes a district court judge.

Help me! I don't want to get caught up in the game!