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to demonstrate dramatic flair whenever he could. “Social anthropology has been known as the investigation of more traditional or ‘primitive’ societies. Today, social anthropologists also study modern societies and seek out what is unique within each individual culture whilst also attempting to find the common human factor.”
    Inky looked suspiciously at Rungs. Even if it was a doodle, he wasn’t thrilled about letting go of his drawing. Rungs fished around in his backpack and found a pencil. He held it up like a prize, which made Inky chuckle. Mrs. Patel looked in their direction. Inky put his head down and coughed.
    Inky watched as Rungs drew tabs on the sides of Inky’s boxes and extended some of squares. He nodded his approval. Rungs had visualized a way to make Inky’s drawing 3-D.
    “Now = paper cut-out,” Rungs wrote. “ Rubric’s Robot. ”
    Mr. Lorenza finished his speech, sat down and leaned back in the chair on stage, looking satisfied with himself. He crossed his legs so the dirt-caked soles of his coffee brown leather boots faced the students. Rungs stiffened.
    “No respect. He’s got no respect.” Inky could see his friend was seething again at the teacher’s lack of knowledge of Buddhist etiquette.
    Mrs. Patel recited the deadlines and required formats for the project. In her Bombay accent, she told them they needed to “state the thesis clearly, use specific examples in an original presentation on any topic within classic or modern cultural anthropology.”
    Inky was using the sharp point of his pen to cut around the lines. Rungs folded it into a 3-D robot and walked it across Inky’s notebook. The boys behind them snorted.
    Mrs. Patel gave Inky and Rungs a pointed stare. “Ooh. Show her your paper dolly,” the boy behind them said.
    “Let’s talk about the first chapter of Small Places, Large Issues ,” Ms. Patel said. “I know you’ve all done your reading.”
    Mr. Lorenza stood up. “Yes, what can you tell us about anthropology?”
    Sven, extending his role as soccer captain, raised his hand first. “It tells us about why some people succeed in society.”
    Demos, in his goalie-aggressive way, called out, “It’s about cultural norms, like in some cultures it’s perfectly acceptable to have several wives.” That got a good laugh.
    Rungs raised his hand. “Respecting cultural differences by knowing what things mean in other places. Like in lots of places, it’s rude to point. Or in the Philippines, calling someone over like this,” Rungs said, curling his index finger, “means you think he’s a dog. Or like the thumbs up sign. Here it means ‘yes.’ In Africa it means, ‘sit on this.’” The Soccer Boys cackled and egged Rungs on.
    “In Turkey, if you do this”—he made the OK circle sign—“the hole between your fingers refers to another hole.” Then Rungs squared up his shoulders and looked straight at Mr. Lorenza, while his classmates gasped and laughed.
    “And in Southeast Asia, and for Buddhists everywhere, it’s considered rude to cross your legs when you sit down. The soles of your shoes are dirty, and to show a Buddhist the bottoms of your feet is a sign of disrespect.”
    The auditorium went quiet, and Mr. Lorenza let it hang for a long second. “Thank you, Mr. Rungsiyaphoratana,” he finally said, pronouncing each of the seven syllables of Rungs’s last name slowly and clearly. Everybody laughed—twitters of relief, more than amusement. “You certainly have a good understanding of cultural anthropology. Let’s have your project begin the presentations, shall we? We’ll look forward to your fascinating cultural insights.”
    Rungs turned over his own rubric sheet and wrote “ Pacittiya 54 – habitual lack of respect.” Inky had to look hard to make out Rung’s handwriting. Had the auditorium lights dimmed, or was it because he was looking down?
    Rungs outlined the letters so that they looked ominous, like something from Halloween. Inky felt