My sister, who is three years older than I am, was one of the top students in her class. She was a National Merit Commended Scholar, made a 101 on a term paper assigned by the “toughest teacher ever,” and got wonderful scholarships from the nine colleges she applied to. I am not my sister. Some people recognize that and, no matter how hard I try, some people refuse to.
On the first day of my high school Western Civilization class, “the toughest teacher ever” called roll. Although my older sister and I are often confused as twins, he realized who I was. He told the class that he would never judge us by our siblings. Somehow I just couldn’t believe him. The next thing I knew, he called my name.
“Miss Griffith,” he said, “will I judge you by your sister?”
“Yes, of course you will,” I thought. But when I opened my mouth, I agreed that no, he wouldn’t judge me by my sibling.
