Cecil Tucker

Well, my name is Cecil Tucker and I am a janitor at Wellsville High School. When I was 14 years old, I was an honor student. I was on the school paper. I even ran for class president but lost just because it was a popularity contest. Then, one day, I failed one of Mrs. Beardsley's history tests. You know, you don't take history. It takes you, deep into its tangled web. I should know. I got trapped, I couldn't get out. I never was quite the same after that test. They say that after that, the fire in my belly just went out. Now I am a janitor and spend my days waxing floors. All I've got now is the shine. You'll always see the truth in the shine. In the words of Bill Korn: "If Pete fails this test, he'll look like a sucker, and end up waxing floors like Cecil Tucker." The only other person, to my knowledge, who has failed a Beardsley test was Margaret Klumper's brother, who was then forced to touch Mrs. Beardsley's disgusting vericose legs covered in veins that resemble a map of central Iowa. I commend Pete Wrigley on receiving a C+ on one of Mrs. Beardsley's tests after less than 18 minutes of study time. I knew he could do it, he didn't have to cheat. I'm glad he took my advice. The wet-nap was for his own good. I've said it before and I'll say it again: You'll always see the truth in the shine, and the truth, was that Pete Wrigley was no quitter.