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Flying Lessons & Other Stories

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On sale Aug 14, 2018 | 240 Pages | 9781101934623
Age 8-12 years | Grades 3-7
Reading Level: Lexile 800L | Fountas & Pinnell Z
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Whether it is basketball dreams, family fiascos, first crushes, or new neighborhoods, this bold short story collection—written by some of the best children’s authors including Kwame Alexander, Meg Medina, Jacqueline Woodson, and many more and published in partnership with We Need Diverse Books—celebrates the uniqueness and universality in all of us.
 
"Will resonate with any kid who's ever felt different—which is to say, every kid." —Time

 
Great stories take flight in this adventurous middle-grade anthology crafted by ten of the most recognizable and diverse authors writing today. Newbery Medalist Kwame Alexander delivers a story in-verse about a boy who just might have magical powers; National Book Award winner Jacqueline Woodson spins a tale of friendship against all odds; and Meg Medina uses wet paint to color in one girl’s world with a short story that inspired her Newbery award-winner Merci Suárez Changes Gear. Plus, seven more bold voices that bring this collection to new heights with tales that challenge, inspire, and celebrate the unique talents within us all.
 
AUTHORS INCLUDE: Kwame Alexander, Kelly J. Baptist, Soman Chainani, Matt de la Peña, Tim Federle, Grace Lin, Meg Medina, Walter Dean Myers, Tim Tingle, Jacqueline Woodson
 
“There’s plenty of magic in this collection to go around.” Booklist, Starred

“A natural for middle school classrooms and libraries.” Kirkus Reviews, Starred

“Inclusive, authentic, and eminently readable.” —School Library Journal, Starred

“Thought provoking and wide-ranging . . . should not be missed.”Publishers Weekly, Starred 

“Read more books by these authors.” The Bulletin, Starred

How to Transform an Everyday, Ordinary Hoop Court into a Place of Higher Learning and You at the Podium

Matt de la Peña

 

 

It’s finally summer.

 

Go ahead, take a deep breath. You’re free.

 

All year long your moms has been on you like glue about algebra worksheets and science fair projects and the knee-high stack of books Mrs. Baker assigned for English class. And you did what you had to do. Two As and four Bs.

 

Truth is, you’re actually pretty smart.

 

School comes easy.

 

You told Baker in that end-of-the-year five-page paper what was up with Esperanza’s dreams and the symbolism of the Mango Street house, and you pulled down a 96 percent--second-highest grade in the class. But even as you typed out that essay, you had an indoor-outdoor in your lap. Between sentences you daydreamed finger rolls over outstretched hands.

 

See, here’s what all the hard-core homework pushers don’t get.

 

For people like you, ball is more than just ball.

 

It’s a way out.

 

A path to those tree-lined lives they always show on TV.

 

You’ve crunched the numbers and read the tea leaves. Fact is, you’ll never hit the books as hard as Boy Genius Jeremiah Villa. Sylvia Diaz, either. Even your boy Francisco, from down the hall. There are folks in this world who live to mark up a fat World History textbook with an arsenal of colored highlighters.

 

You’re not one of them.

 

You spend too much time on back-alley ball-handling drills to compete.

 

Nah, the game of basketball is your best chance.

 

 

 

The Fate of Your Hoop Development

 

 

For the past three years you’ve spent every free minute balling at an outdoor court down the street from your building. After school. After games. Weekends. You name it.

 

Most nights you’re still out there putting up shots, alone, when the sun falls behind the ocean and the automatic park lights come flickering on, spilling that strange yellow half-light across the cracked concrete.

 

Ball is like anything else.

 

Put in enough hours, your game’s gonna blast off.

 

Your jumper’s now pure out to twenty-five feet, give or take. You’ve developed a little floater in the lane that leaves slow-footed big men flailing. But it’s your handle that sets you apart. Your quicks. The way you can get into the paint at will and finish with either hand.

 

This past season you scored more points than any other eighth grader in the county.

 

You were second in assists.

 

So what.

 

It ain’t good enough, and you know it.

 

Not if you want to be even more dominant next year, in high school.

 

That’s why your ears perk up when you overhear a couple newcomers talking about Muni Gym in Balboa Park. When you overhear the dude with love handles sitting on the stairs say to his boy, “It’s the best run in the entire city, B. I put that on everything.”

 

“You ranked ’em out?” the other guy asks.

 

“Nah, I used to ball there all the time before I tweaked my back. If you can hang with them big boys at Muni . . . shoot, you can hang with just about anybody.”

 

Shelf the extra jumpers that night.

 

Proceed instead to the local library and look up Muni Gym online. Type the address into Google Earth and you’ll discover it’s right next to the Air and Space Museum your moms took you and your sis to back in the day. And the Air and Space Museum, if your calculations are correct, isn’t but five miles from your pop’s job at the factory.

 

Wander into your cramped living room after dinner that night. Work up the guts to describe for your old man the importance of competing against the best. You’ve outgrown your local run. It’s time to put a foot in the deep end. So what if he doesn’t even know the rules of the game, if all he does is sit there silently inside the TV, working a toothpick in his teeth.

 

“So, what do you think, Pop?”

 

“About what?”

 

“Would it be cool if I went with you to work every morning? So I could play some ball down there?”

 

He’ll look at you suspiciously, then turn back to his cop show and his toothpick.

 

You’ll take this as a no and assume the fate of the most important summer of your hoop development now rests in the hands of the county bus system.

 

But you’ll be wrong.

 

A few minutes later he’ll mumble, “Better have your skinny butt out by the car by five, I’ll tell you that. Or else I’m leaving without you.”

 

He won’t even look up when he tells you this.

 

Doesn’t matter.

 

Your heart will race with excitement.

 

You’ll tear into the room you share with your sis and lay your hoop gear out on the chair by your bed like some kind of giddy schoolgirl--which is pretty much how you’ll feel.

 

 

 

There’s Only Today

 

 

Know that when your alarm starts blaring at four-thirty the next morning, you’re going to have no idea where you are or what’s happening. It’ll still be dark outside. Your sis will be snoring. When reality finally settles in, the lazy part of your brain will try and sweet-talk you back to sleep: Maybe we could, you know, skip the Muni trip today . . . go ball at the park instead. . . . There’s always tomorrow.

 

Reach into your own skull and smack this part of your brain upside the head.

 

If you let it, this part of your brain will hold you back from every dream you will ever have. Trust me.

 

Crawl out of bed, reminding yourself that your old man gets up like this every single day for work. Rain or shine. In sickness and in health.

 

Your uncles, too.

 

Respect them for this.

 

Strive to be like them.

 

During the entire thirty-minute drive south, your old man will say two sentences to you, max. Don’t take it personally. Answer his question about the gym location and how you heard about it. Buckle your seat belt when he gives you one of his patented dirty looks. Before you even hit the freeway on-ramp you’ll be done talking, but that’s okay. Shift your focus to other details of the drive. The radio news show he turns on. The smell of his steaming-hot black coffee. The scattered cars along the dark freeway, and the subtle tick of his turn signal whenever he changes lanes. By the end of summer, these seemingly insignificant details will be ingrained in your brain.

 

When he parks along the street near his factory, it’ll still be a full three hours before Muni Gym opens. “Better have your skinny butt back here by quarter to four,” he’ll say, snatching his lunch pail out of the backseat. “It’s a long walk home, I’ll tell you that.”

 

After he disappears around the bend, turn your attention to the ancient Volkswagen Bug. You’ll wonder how the heck you’re supposed to sleep inside such a tiny car, but after a little trial and error you’ll find a way. It will involve folding your six-foot-one frame into a kind of human pretzel. Half of you will be in the backseat, while the other half is curled up into the front passenger seat, your bag strategically lodged into the center console to keep the hand brake from digging into your ribs.

 

By day three, this next-level yoga position will feel perfectly natural.

 

But let’s get something straight from the jump. This Muni Gym summer isn’t going to be some kind of continuous loop of “One Shining Moment.” There’ll be low points, too. On and off the court. Trust me.

 

A few weeks in, a meaty-faced cop will knock on the windshield with the butt of his nightstick. He’ll look at you through aviator sunglasses, his right hand resting on a holstered handgun.

 

Try not to panic.

 

His suspicions will be based on two simple facts:

 

 

1.   This is the first time during his rounds he’s ever stumbled across a kid sleeping at a ninety-degree angle inside a VW Bug.

 

2. Your skin is brown.

 

2a. (His skin will be brown, too--maybe even browner--but don’t spend too much time worrying yourself about this. There’s a complex psychology behind this phenomenon, one you’re not yet ready to wrap your head around.)

 

 

At the end of your respectful explanation, the cop will slowly remove his hand from his gun. He’ll grab hold of your left elbow instead and steer you toward the front office of the factory. Your pop will be summoned, embarrassingly, over the loudspeaker. Two minutes later he’ll emerge from the back looking wildly stressed. This is not because you’ve done anything wrong. It’s because he has his own history with cops. Stuff that happened long before you were born. Stuff nobody ever talks about.

 

After the cop explains the situation, your pop will put on an uncomfortable smile and vouch for you. He’ll say you’re a good kid, that you’re just down here to play some ball at a gym in Balboa Park. He’ll shake hands with the cop enthusiastically, thanking him for his service and apologizing for any trouble you may have caused.

 

Soon as the cop leaves, though, your pops will transform back into himself. “Don’t worry about that power-happy pendejo,” he’ll say, rubbing your shoulder. “You didn’t do nothing wrong.”

 

“I was just sleeping.”

 

“Mexicans are allowed to sleep, too.” He’ll look you straight in the eyes, nodding. And in this moment, you’ll feel closer to your old man than ever before.

 

Fortunately, that’s the only morning you’ll be woken up by a nightstick. Every other morning it’ll be the alarm on your phone, and you’ll be free to climb out of the Bug at your leisure. Stretch your stiff arms and legs. Breathe in the warm Hillcrest air and remove your rock from your bag. It’s time to get a move on.

 

It won’t take but three days to know all the shortcuts to Muni.

 

Dribble through the middle school playground where summer camp kids play double Dutch and hopscotch and dodgeball. Dribble in and out of sleeping cars in the massive San Diego Zoo parking lot. Dribble through crowds of camera-toting tourists shuffling toward the front gates of the zoo. Dribble past the various hot dog stands, the ice cream truck with the two flat tires, the leather-faced man selling raspas who looks like your late abuelito. By the end of the summer these vendors will all recognize you and wave.

 

It will take a little more than an hour for you to arrive at the large, dilapidated building with two locked green doors. Butterflies will dance inside your chest. That first time and every time following. Even years from now. And that’s how it should be.

 

Because you can sense it . . .

 

Here is where you will learn the world.

 

 

 

Sentenced to the Bleachers

 

 

While you wait for gym manager Jimmy to arrive by bicycle with his massive ring of rattling keys, listen to the grown men around you. To the uninitiated they are uneducated. They’re poor. Black. Crass. Shifty. Steely-eyed. A reason to cross the street.

 

But over the course of the summer you will soak up everything around you. And you will hear the brilliance. The poetry. The philosophy. The verbal dance of on-court banter. They will laugh harder and more often than anyone you’ve ever known. And you will laugh, too. Especially a few weeks into the summer, when they turn their wrath on you.

 

They’ll begin by calling you Mexico (even though your Spanish is suspect at best). They will ask why you’re inside a gym, and not crouched in a field somewhere, picking strawberries. Or kicking around a soccer ball. They will tell you you’re too young to ball with them. Too skinny. Too light in the pocket. Too soft.

 

Come back in three years, they’ll say.

 

Or maybe ten.

 

You will laugh your way through all of this, sensing that their digs are some warped version of acceptance.

 

A week in, a guy everyone calls Mr. Unleaded (because he’s the night manager of a nearby gas station) will tear into you about your long, skinny, “no-muscle-having” arms, and without blinking you’ll fire back a dig about the ghetto Superman tat sketched into his right forearm, and “Why would you knowingly walk into a gym full of Kryptonite?” Everyone loitering outside the gym that morning, waiting for Jimmy, will roar in laughter and stomp their feet and bump fists, and to your surprise it’ll be Mr. Unleaded who laughs hardest of all.

 

But as much as you’ll begin to blend in off the court, on the court it will be a completely different story.

 

That first day you won’t get into a single game.

 

Not one.

 

You’ll follow everyone inside the dark gym, set down your stuff in the bleachers like they do, hit the court with everyone for a handful of warm-up jumpers, but when it comes time to select squads, you’ll find yourself on the outside looking in.

 

When you try to call next, they’ll ignore you.

 

You’ll ask the overweight knee-braced dude if you can run with his squad. He’s still three games away, but you got all day. He’ll nod and say in a deep smoker voice, “You down, young buck. I got you.” But an hour later, when his team is finally set to take the court, he’ll drop you for a balding big man.

 

At first this basketball blackballing will tear you up inside. You know you can hang. Your jumper is as pure as anyone’s in the gym (except maybe this guy they call Dante, who never misses). Sure, these dudes are bigger and stronger and more aggressive, but at the very least you could be a dependable distributor. You know where to put a lob on the fast break so your big man can mash it down with a guttural growl.

 

You plead with the guys standing on the sidelines. “You gotta let me play, man. I can ball. I swear.” But these outbursts of self-promotion will fall on deaf ears. All you’ll do that first day is hoist a few jumpers between games, then retreat back to the bleachers to watch.

 

The next day it’ll be the same thing.

 

The day after that.

 

Those first two weeks you’ll participate in a grand total of one run--if you can even count the end-of-the-day, three-on-three debacle you spend guarding a homeless man wearing soleless Timberlands.

 

One afternoon it’ll hit you especially hard on the long walk back to the car.

 

You’ll keep quiet on the drive home, then retreat to an overturned bucket in the alley behind your building, where you’ll have a serious heart-to-heart with yourself. Sure, it’s the best pickup you’ve ever seen, but they don’t even let you play. They’re prejudiced against Mexicans. Or soon-to-be ninth graders. Or both. Why wake up before the crack of dawn, sleep folded up in a VW Bug, just to sit in the bleachers all day?

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“There’s plenty of magic in this collection to go around.” Booklist, Starred

“A natural for middle school classrooms and libraries, this strong collection should find eager readers.” Kirkus Reviews, Starred

“Inclusive, authentic, and eminently readable, this collection of short stories is an excellent addition for libraries and classrooms.” School Library Journal, Starred

“Thought provoking and wide-ranging, this first anthology from WNDB should not be missed.”
Publishers Weekly, Starred

“Whether or not middle-schoolers read the afterword . . . they are sure to agree that they need to read more books by these authors, whose storytelling styles and genuine feel for adolescent struggles and triumphs will inspire them to seek out their other work.” The Bulletin, Starred
Kelly J. Baptist is the inaugural winner of the We Need Diverse Books short-story contest. Her story is featured in the WNDB anthology Flying Lessons & Other Stories and inspired her first full-length novel, Isaiah Dunn Is My Hero and its sequel, Isaiah Dunn Saves the Day. Kelly is also the author of the picture book The Electric Slide and Kai and the middle-grade novels The Swag Is in the Socks Eb & Flow. Kelly lives in southwest Michigan with her five amazing children. View titles by Kelly J. Baptist
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Matt de la Peña is the Newbery Medal–winning author of Last Stop on Market Street. He is also the author of the award-winning picture books Carmela Full of Wishes, Love, and A Nation’s Hope: The Story of Boxing Legend Joe Louis, and seven critically acclaimed young adult novels. Matt teaches creative writing and visits schools and colleges throughout the country. You can visit Matt at mattdelapena.com, or follow him on Twitter and Instagram @mattdelapena. View titles by Matt de la Peña
Grace Lin grew up in upstate New York and attended the Rhode Island School of Design. She has written and illustrated several picture books about life in a Chinese American family (based on her own!): Dim Sum for Everyone!, Kite Flying, Fortune Cookie Fortunes, and Thanking the Moon. Her books for older readers include the 2010 Newbery Honor winner Where the Mountain Meets the Moon, The Year of the Rat, and Ling & Ting: Not Exactly the Same!. She lives in Massachusetts. To learn more, visit gracelin.com. View titles by Grace Lin
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Meg Medina (megmedina.com) is the eighth National Ambassador for Young People's Literature. She is a New York Times bestselling and award-winning author who writes for children and teens. She has won numerous awards for her work, including the Ezra Jack Keats Writer Award as well as the Pura Belpré Award and Honor. She is the 2019 Newbery Medal winner for her novel Merci Suárez Changes Gears. When she is not writing, she works on community projects that support Latinx youth. She lives with her family in Richmond, Virginia. You can follow Meg on Twitter @meg_medina and on Instagram @megmedinabooks. View titles by Meg Medina
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Jacqueline Woodson (www.jacquelinewoodson.com) received a 2023 Guggenheim Foundation Fellowship, a 2020 MacArthur Fellowship, the 2020 Hans Christian Andersen Award, the 2018 Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award, and the 2018 Children’s Literature Legacy Award. She was the 2018–2019 National Ambassador for Young People’s Literature, and in 2015, she was named the Young People’s Poet Laureate by the Poetry Foundation. She received the 2014 National Book Award for her New York Times bestselling memoir Brown Girl Dreaming, which was also a recipient of the Coretta Scott King Award, a Newbery Honor, the NAACP Image Award, and a Sibert Honor. She wrote the adult books Red at the Bone, a New York Times bestseller, and Another Brooklyn, a 2016 National Book Award finalist. Born in Columbus, Ohio, Jacqueline grew up in Greenville, South Carolina, and Brooklyn, New York, and graduated from college with a B.A. in English. She is the author of dozens of award-winning books for young adults, middle graders, and children; among her many accolades, she is a four-time Newbery Honor winner, a four-time National Book Award finalist, and a three-time Coretta Scott King Award winner. Her books include Coretta Scott King Award and NAACP Image Award winner Before the Ever After; New York Times bestsellers The Day You Begin and Harbor Me; The Other Side, Caldecott Honor book Coming On Home Soon; Newbery Honor winners Feathers, Show Way, and After Tupac and D Foster; Miracle's Boys, which received the LA Times Book Prize and the Coretta Scott King Award; and Each Kindness, which won the Jane Addams Children’s Book Award. Jacqueline is also a recipient of the Margaret A. Edwards Award for lifetime achievement for her contributions to young adult literature. She lives with her family in Brooklyn, New York. View titles by Jacqueline Woodson
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Whether it is basketball dreams, family fiascos, first crushes, or new neighborhoods, this bold short story collection—written by some of the best children’s authors including Kwame Alexander, Meg Medina, Jacqueline Woodson, and many more and published in partnership with We Need Diverse Books—celebrates the uniqueness and universality in all of us.
 
"Will resonate with any kid who's ever felt different—which is to say, every kid." —Time

 
Great stories take flight in this adventurous middle-grade anthology crafted by ten of the most recognizable and diverse authors writing today. Newbery Medalist Kwame Alexander delivers a story in-verse about a boy who just might have magical powers; National Book Award winner Jacqueline Woodson spins a tale of friendship against all odds; and Meg Medina uses wet paint to color in one girl’s world with a short story that inspired her Newbery award-winner Merci Suárez Changes Gear. Plus, seven more bold voices that bring this collection to new heights with tales that challenge, inspire, and celebrate the unique talents within us all.
 
AUTHORS INCLUDE: Kwame Alexander, Kelly J. Baptist, Soman Chainani, Matt de la Peña, Tim Federle, Grace Lin, Meg Medina, Walter Dean Myers, Tim Tingle, Jacqueline Woodson
 
“There’s plenty of magic in this collection to go around.” Booklist, Starred

“A natural for middle school classrooms and libraries.” Kirkus Reviews, Starred

“Inclusive, authentic, and eminently readable.” —School Library Journal, Starred

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“Read more books by these authors.” The Bulletin, Starred

Excerpt

How to Transform an Everyday, Ordinary Hoop Court into a Place of Higher Learning and You at the Podium

Matt de la Peña

 

 

It’s finally summer.

 

Go ahead, take a deep breath. You’re free.

 

All year long your moms has been on you like glue about algebra worksheets and science fair projects and the knee-high stack of books Mrs. Baker assigned for English class. And you did what you had to do. Two As and four Bs.

 

Truth is, you’re actually pretty smart.

 

School comes easy.

 

You told Baker in that end-of-the-year five-page paper what was up with Esperanza’s dreams and the symbolism of the Mango Street house, and you pulled down a 96 percent--second-highest grade in the class. But even as you typed out that essay, you had an indoor-outdoor in your lap. Between sentences you daydreamed finger rolls over outstretched hands.

 

See, here’s what all the hard-core homework pushers don’t get.

 

For people like you, ball is more than just ball.

 

It’s a way out.

 

A path to those tree-lined lives they always show on TV.

 

You’ve crunched the numbers and read the tea leaves. Fact is, you’ll never hit the books as hard as Boy Genius Jeremiah Villa. Sylvia Diaz, either. Even your boy Francisco, from down the hall. There are folks in this world who live to mark up a fat World History textbook with an arsenal of colored highlighters.

 

You’re not one of them.

 

You spend too much time on back-alley ball-handling drills to compete.

 

Nah, the game of basketball is your best chance.

 

 

 

The Fate of Your Hoop Development

 

 

For the past three years you’ve spent every free minute balling at an outdoor court down the street from your building. After school. After games. Weekends. You name it.

 

Most nights you’re still out there putting up shots, alone, when the sun falls behind the ocean and the automatic park lights come flickering on, spilling that strange yellow half-light across the cracked concrete.

 

Ball is like anything else.

 

Put in enough hours, your game’s gonna blast off.

 

Your jumper’s now pure out to twenty-five feet, give or take. You’ve developed a little floater in the lane that leaves slow-footed big men flailing. But it’s your handle that sets you apart. Your quicks. The way you can get into the paint at will and finish with either hand.

 

This past season you scored more points than any other eighth grader in the county.

 

You were second in assists.

 

So what.

 

It ain’t good enough, and you know it.

 

Not if you want to be even more dominant next year, in high school.

 

That’s why your ears perk up when you overhear a couple newcomers talking about Muni Gym in Balboa Park. When you overhear the dude with love handles sitting on the stairs say to his boy, “It’s the best run in the entire city, B. I put that on everything.”

 

“You ranked ’em out?” the other guy asks.

 

“Nah, I used to ball there all the time before I tweaked my back. If you can hang with them big boys at Muni . . . shoot, you can hang with just about anybody.”

 

Shelf the extra jumpers that night.

 

Proceed instead to the local library and look up Muni Gym online. Type the address into Google Earth and you’ll discover it’s right next to the Air and Space Museum your moms took you and your sis to back in the day. And the Air and Space Museum, if your calculations are correct, isn’t but five miles from your pop’s job at the factory.

 

Wander into your cramped living room after dinner that night. Work up the guts to describe for your old man the importance of competing against the best. You’ve outgrown your local run. It’s time to put a foot in the deep end. So what if he doesn’t even know the rules of the game, if all he does is sit there silently inside the TV, working a toothpick in his teeth.

 

“So, what do you think, Pop?”

 

“About what?”

 

“Would it be cool if I went with you to work every morning? So I could play some ball down there?”

 

He’ll look at you suspiciously, then turn back to his cop show and his toothpick.

 

You’ll take this as a no and assume the fate of the most important summer of your hoop development now rests in the hands of the county bus system.

 

But you’ll be wrong.

 

A few minutes later he’ll mumble, “Better have your skinny butt out by the car by five, I’ll tell you that. Or else I’m leaving without you.”

 

He won’t even look up when he tells you this.

 

Doesn’t matter.

 

Your heart will race with excitement.

 

You’ll tear into the room you share with your sis and lay your hoop gear out on the chair by your bed like some kind of giddy schoolgirl--which is pretty much how you’ll feel.

 

 

 

There’s Only Today

 

 

Know that when your alarm starts blaring at four-thirty the next morning, you’re going to have no idea where you are or what’s happening. It’ll still be dark outside. Your sis will be snoring. When reality finally settles in, the lazy part of your brain will try and sweet-talk you back to sleep: Maybe we could, you know, skip the Muni trip today . . . go ball at the park instead. . . . There’s always tomorrow.

 

Reach into your own skull and smack this part of your brain upside the head.

 

If you let it, this part of your brain will hold you back from every dream you will ever have. Trust me.

 

Crawl out of bed, reminding yourself that your old man gets up like this every single day for work. Rain or shine. In sickness and in health.

 

Your uncles, too.

 

Respect them for this.

 

Strive to be like them.

 

During the entire thirty-minute drive south, your old man will say two sentences to you, max. Don’t take it personally. Answer his question about the gym location and how you heard about it. Buckle your seat belt when he gives you one of his patented dirty looks. Before you even hit the freeway on-ramp you’ll be done talking, but that’s okay. Shift your focus to other details of the drive. The radio news show he turns on. The smell of his steaming-hot black coffee. The scattered cars along the dark freeway, and the subtle tick of his turn signal whenever he changes lanes. By the end of summer, these seemingly insignificant details will be ingrained in your brain.

 

When he parks along the street near his factory, it’ll still be a full three hours before Muni Gym opens. “Better have your skinny butt back here by quarter to four,” he’ll say, snatching his lunch pail out of the backseat. “It’s a long walk home, I’ll tell you that.”

 

After he disappears around the bend, turn your attention to the ancient Volkswagen Bug. You’ll wonder how the heck you’re supposed to sleep inside such a tiny car, but after a little trial and error you’ll find a way. It will involve folding your six-foot-one frame into a kind of human pretzel. Half of you will be in the backseat, while the other half is curled up into the front passenger seat, your bag strategically lodged into the center console to keep the hand brake from digging into your ribs.

 

By day three, this next-level yoga position will feel perfectly natural.

 

But let’s get something straight from the jump. This Muni Gym summer isn’t going to be some kind of continuous loop of “One Shining Moment.” There’ll be low points, too. On and off the court. Trust me.

 

A few weeks in, a meaty-faced cop will knock on the windshield with the butt of his nightstick. He’ll look at you through aviator sunglasses, his right hand resting on a holstered handgun.

 

Try not to panic.

 

His suspicions will be based on two simple facts:

 

 

1.   This is the first time during his rounds he’s ever stumbled across a kid sleeping at a ninety-degree angle inside a VW Bug.

 

2. Your skin is brown.

 

2a. (His skin will be brown, too--maybe even browner--but don’t spend too much time worrying yourself about this. There’s a complex psychology behind this phenomenon, one you’re not yet ready to wrap your head around.)

 

 

At the end of your respectful explanation, the cop will slowly remove his hand from his gun. He’ll grab hold of your left elbow instead and steer you toward the front office of the factory. Your pop will be summoned, embarrassingly, over the loudspeaker. Two minutes later he’ll emerge from the back looking wildly stressed. This is not because you’ve done anything wrong. It’s because he has his own history with cops. Stuff that happened long before you were born. Stuff nobody ever talks about.

 

After the cop explains the situation, your pop will put on an uncomfortable smile and vouch for you. He’ll say you’re a good kid, that you’re just down here to play some ball at a gym in Balboa Park. He’ll shake hands with the cop enthusiastically, thanking him for his service and apologizing for any trouble you may have caused.

 

Soon as the cop leaves, though, your pops will transform back into himself. “Don’t worry about that power-happy pendejo,” he’ll say, rubbing your shoulder. “You didn’t do nothing wrong.”

 

“I was just sleeping.”

 

“Mexicans are allowed to sleep, too.” He’ll look you straight in the eyes, nodding. And in this moment, you’ll feel closer to your old man than ever before.

 

Fortunately, that’s the only morning you’ll be woken up by a nightstick. Every other morning it’ll be the alarm on your phone, and you’ll be free to climb out of the Bug at your leisure. Stretch your stiff arms and legs. Breathe in the warm Hillcrest air and remove your rock from your bag. It’s time to get a move on.

 

It won’t take but three days to know all the shortcuts to Muni.

 

Dribble through the middle school playground where summer camp kids play double Dutch and hopscotch and dodgeball. Dribble in and out of sleeping cars in the massive San Diego Zoo parking lot. Dribble through crowds of camera-toting tourists shuffling toward the front gates of the zoo. Dribble past the various hot dog stands, the ice cream truck with the two flat tires, the leather-faced man selling raspas who looks like your late abuelito. By the end of the summer these vendors will all recognize you and wave.

 

It will take a little more than an hour for you to arrive at the large, dilapidated building with two locked green doors. Butterflies will dance inside your chest. That first time and every time following. Even years from now. And that’s how it should be.

 

Because you can sense it . . .

 

Here is where you will learn the world.

 

 

 

Sentenced to the Bleachers

 

 

While you wait for gym manager Jimmy to arrive by bicycle with his massive ring of rattling keys, listen to the grown men around you. To the uninitiated they are uneducated. They’re poor. Black. Crass. Shifty. Steely-eyed. A reason to cross the street.

 

But over the course of the summer you will soak up everything around you. And you will hear the brilliance. The poetry. The philosophy. The verbal dance of on-court banter. They will laugh harder and more often than anyone you’ve ever known. And you will laugh, too. Especially a few weeks into the summer, when they turn their wrath on you.

 

They’ll begin by calling you Mexico (even though your Spanish is suspect at best). They will ask why you’re inside a gym, and not crouched in a field somewhere, picking strawberries. Or kicking around a soccer ball. They will tell you you’re too young to ball with them. Too skinny. Too light in the pocket. Too soft.

 

Come back in three years, they’ll say.

 

Or maybe ten.

 

You will laugh your way through all of this, sensing that their digs are some warped version of acceptance.

 

A week in, a guy everyone calls Mr. Unleaded (because he’s the night manager of a nearby gas station) will tear into you about your long, skinny, “no-muscle-having” arms, and without blinking you’ll fire back a dig about the ghetto Superman tat sketched into his right forearm, and “Why would you knowingly walk into a gym full of Kryptonite?” Everyone loitering outside the gym that morning, waiting for Jimmy, will roar in laughter and stomp their feet and bump fists, and to your surprise it’ll be Mr. Unleaded who laughs hardest of all.

 

But as much as you’ll begin to blend in off the court, on the court it will be a completely different story.

 

That first day you won’t get into a single game.

 

Not one.

 

You’ll follow everyone inside the dark gym, set down your stuff in the bleachers like they do, hit the court with everyone for a handful of warm-up jumpers, but when it comes time to select squads, you’ll find yourself on the outside looking in.

 

When you try to call next, they’ll ignore you.

 

You’ll ask the overweight knee-braced dude if you can run with his squad. He’s still three games away, but you got all day. He’ll nod and say in a deep smoker voice, “You down, young buck. I got you.” But an hour later, when his team is finally set to take the court, he’ll drop you for a balding big man.

 

At first this basketball blackballing will tear you up inside. You know you can hang. Your jumper is as pure as anyone’s in the gym (except maybe this guy they call Dante, who never misses). Sure, these dudes are bigger and stronger and more aggressive, but at the very least you could be a dependable distributor. You know where to put a lob on the fast break so your big man can mash it down with a guttural growl.

 

You plead with the guys standing on the sidelines. “You gotta let me play, man. I can ball. I swear.” But these outbursts of self-promotion will fall on deaf ears. All you’ll do that first day is hoist a few jumpers between games, then retreat back to the bleachers to watch.

 

The next day it’ll be the same thing.

 

The day after that.

 

Those first two weeks you’ll participate in a grand total of one run--if you can even count the end-of-the-day, three-on-three debacle you spend guarding a homeless man wearing soleless Timberlands.

 

One afternoon it’ll hit you especially hard on the long walk back to the car.

 

You’ll keep quiet on the drive home, then retreat to an overturned bucket in the alley behind your building, where you’ll have a serious heart-to-heart with yourself. Sure, it’s the best pickup you’ve ever seen, but they don’t even let you play. They’re prejudiced against Mexicans. Or soon-to-be ninth graders. Or both. Why wake up before the crack of dawn, sleep folded up in a VW Bug, just to sit in the bleachers all day?

Awards

  • SELECTION | 2018
    ALA Notable Children's Book
  • SELECTION | 2018
    Bank Street College Best Children's Book of the Year
  • SELECTION | 2018
    Cooperative Children's Book Center Choices
  • SELECTION | 2018
    Virginia Capitol Choices Award List
  • NOMINEE | 2017
    New Hampshire Great Stone Face Award

Praise

“There’s plenty of magic in this collection to go around.” Booklist, Starred

“A natural for middle school classrooms and libraries, this strong collection should find eager readers.” Kirkus Reviews, Starred

“Inclusive, authentic, and eminently readable, this collection of short stories is an excellent addition for libraries and classrooms.” School Library Journal, Starred

“Thought provoking and wide-ranging, this first anthology from WNDB should not be missed.”
Publishers Weekly, Starred

“Whether or not middle-schoolers read the afterword . . . they are sure to agree that they need to read more books by these authors, whose storytelling styles and genuine feel for adolescent struggles and triumphs will inspire them to seek out their other work.” The Bulletin, Starred

Author

Kelly J. Baptist is the inaugural winner of the We Need Diverse Books short-story contest. Her story is featured in the WNDB anthology Flying Lessons & Other Stories and inspired her first full-length novel, Isaiah Dunn Is My Hero and its sequel, Isaiah Dunn Saves the Day. Kelly is also the author of the picture book The Electric Slide and Kai and the middle-grade novels The Swag Is in the Socks Eb & Flow. Kelly lives in southwest Michigan with her five amazing children. View titles by Kelly J. Baptist
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Matt de la Peña is the Newbery Medal–winning author of Last Stop on Market Street. He is also the author of the award-winning picture books Carmela Full of Wishes, Love, and A Nation’s Hope: The Story of Boxing Legend Joe Louis, and seven critically acclaimed young adult novels. Matt teaches creative writing and visits schools and colleges throughout the country. You can visit Matt at mattdelapena.com, or follow him on Twitter and Instagram @mattdelapena. View titles by Matt de la Peña
Grace Lin grew up in upstate New York and attended the Rhode Island School of Design. She has written and illustrated several picture books about life in a Chinese American family (based on her own!): Dim Sum for Everyone!, Kite Flying, Fortune Cookie Fortunes, and Thanking the Moon. Her books for older readers include the 2010 Newbery Honor winner Where the Mountain Meets the Moon, The Year of the Rat, and Ling & Ting: Not Exactly the Same!. She lives in Massachusetts. To learn more, visit gracelin.com. View titles by Grace Lin
© Sonya Sones
Meg Medina (megmedina.com) is the eighth National Ambassador for Young People's Literature. She is a New York Times bestselling and award-winning author who writes for children and teens. She has won numerous awards for her work, including the Ezra Jack Keats Writer Award as well as the Pura Belpré Award and Honor. She is the 2019 Newbery Medal winner for her novel Merci Suárez Changes Gears. When she is not writing, she works on community projects that support Latinx youth. She lives with her family in Richmond, Virginia. You can follow Meg on Twitter @meg_medina and on Instagram @megmedinabooks. View titles by Meg Medina
© John D. and Catherine T. MacArthur Foundation
Jacqueline Woodson (www.jacquelinewoodson.com) received a 2023 Guggenheim Foundation Fellowship, a 2020 MacArthur Fellowship, the 2020 Hans Christian Andersen Award, the 2018 Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award, and the 2018 Children’s Literature Legacy Award. She was the 2018–2019 National Ambassador for Young People’s Literature, and in 2015, she was named the Young People’s Poet Laureate by the Poetry Foundation. She received the 2014 National Book Award for her New York Times bestselling memoir Brown Girl Dreaming, which was also a recipient of the Coretta Scott King Award, a Newbery Honor, the NAACP Image Award, and a Sibert Honor. She wrote the adult books Red at the Bone, a New York Times bestseller, and Another Brooklyn, a 2016 National Book Award finalist. Born in Columbus, Ohio, Jacqueline grew up in Greenville, South Carolina, and Brooklyn, New York, and graduated from college with a B.A. in English. She is the author of dozens of award-winning books for young adults, middle graders, and children; among her many accolades, she is a four-time Newbery Honor winner, a four-time National Book Award finalist, and a three-time Coretta Scott King Award winner. Her books include Coretta Scott King Award and NAACP Image Award winner Before the Ever After; New York Times bestsellers The Day You Begin and Harbor Me; The Other Side, Caldecott Honor book Coming On Home Soon; Newbery Honor winners Feathers, Show Way, and After Tupac and D Foster; Miracle's Boys, which received the LA Times Book Prize and the Coretta Scott King Award; and Each Kindness, which won the Jane Addams Children’s Book Award. Jacqueline is also a recipient of the Margaret A. Edwards Award for lifetime achievement for her contributions to young adult literature. She lives with her family in Brooklyn, New York. View titles by Jacqueline Woodson

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Guides

Educator Guide for Flying Lessons & Other Stories

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Discussion Guide for Flying Lessons & Other Stories

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