The big test is coming.
"I don’t even want to take it, says Musa, a third grader at Congress Elementary in Grand Rapids. "I'm not a big fan of tests."
Musa carries himself like an adult: hands casually in his pockets, shoulders back. He stands on the edge of a cracked asphalt basketball court.
It’s picture day at Congress, and Musa has on a red t-shirt with black sleeves. He says it’s for special occasions, only.
On the shirt, the words, “Destined for greatness," are laid out across Musa's chest.
"Did you pick it?" I ask him about the shirt.
"Yeah," he says.
"Why did you like what it says?" I ask.
"Because I didn’t want it to be something bad," he said. "So I put ‘Destined for Greatness,’ so people think I’m good, not bad."