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“Thank you, Mr. Turner,” says Miss Riley, as he leaves.
“That science fair is rigged,” says Quentin. “All the judges are from Welch. so only the kids from Welch ever win.”
“And besides, science fairs are for geeks,” says Roy Lee. He looks at Quentin. “No offense, Quentin,” says Roy Lee. Quentin shrugs.
“Well, it’s too bad you feel that way,” says Miss Riley. “The winners go on to the National Science Fair in Indianapolis, and colleges from all over the country hand out scholarships. It’s great. Have a good lunch, boys.” Miss Riley walks away from the table.
In the hallway, Homer talks to Miss Riley.
“College scholarships for winning a science fair?” asks Homer.
“Well, maybe it’s not for you,” says Miss Riley.
“Well, what do you mean?” asks Homer.
“Homer, you got a great mind,” explains Miss Riley. “But science requires math, which has never been one of your favorite subjects.” Homer rolls his eyes.
“Can’t just dream your way out of Coalwood, Homer.” says Miss Riley.
At a field overlooking Coalwood, the boys stand around their first rocket.
“AUK I,” says Quentin. “Stroke of genius, Homer.”
“It won’t fly unless somebody lights the fuse,” says Homer.
“What the hell is an auk?” asks Roy Lee.
“It’s a bird that don’t fly,” says O’Dell.