We weren’t waiting long when the principal come out of his office and shook our hands, welcoming me to the school, then handed me a class schedule. Of course, the honors classes wouldn’t be a problem. I could take any college course, earn any degree, and repeat every line from every textbook that I read verbatim. So, high school honors classes would hardly be a challenge, but we knew that Zachary was in all honors classes. My having an honors schedule increased the chances of our having the same classes.

“Welcome to our school, Lisa,” Mr. Hartrell, the principal, said with a smile plastered across his face. “I hope you...