At 7:35, there was Morning Prayer. He was excused from that. There was something called Gemara: Hannah explained it as interpretation of scriptures. He was excused from that. English was English. The only difference was that the class was rowdier than he was used to. If his friends mouthed off to their teachers in the way these Jewish kids did, they would not only have been expelled, they would have had the crap beat out of them by their fathers. St. Luke’s was supposed to be a Catholic prep school, but it was mostly a holding ground until the boys went off in their fathers’ businesses and the girls got pregnant, married, and divorced—uh, excuse me, annulled. There were some smart kids who made it to the Ivies, but most went to State provided that their gray matter wasn’t completely pickled in alcohol or drugs by the time they graduated. So far, the new place was okay. No one tried to mess with him and he kept to himself. After English, there was Jewish History. Since that class was given in English, they told him to go and try it out.
