It's not like Peter Geye was flunking, but South High's magnet program enabled students to learn by pursuing their interests, "and I just wasn't finding any interests," he recalled — at least none beyond flirting, ski jumping and being a smart aleck.
Those, he aced.
So when he cracked wise to his English teacher, Mr. Beenken, Geye waited for the smackdown.
Beenken, however, merely observed: "Hey, Geye, it's a lot easier to be a smart ass if you've actually read the book."
"I should have felt chastened or humbled, but I felt challenged," Geye said. "Instead of shutting down, I thought, 'I'll show him. This is how I'll become a better smart ass.' "
That night, he opened Ernest Hemingway's "Farewell to Arms," the better to hone his impertinence.
That, he lost.
Today, at age 46, Geye (say "guy") vividly remembers the book as "a sort of religious experience. I was smitten. I wanted to create for others the feeling that I was having.