Seventh grade now, and you would think that would make a guy like Edmund P. Kaplan wise up and "get with the program".  Not so.  He's as nerdy as ever, if not, een more so, if that is even possible, but that is exactly what he is.  He is nerdy with a capital N.

Edmund P. Kaplan still dresses like a miniature businessman: suit and tie, khaki tan shorts, brown penny loafers, hair parted down the middle and slicked back, black  horn-rimmed glasses perched atop the bridge of his nose.  He is the New Millennium's version of Steven Q. Urkel of "Family Matters" fame.

In addition, Edmund still carries his briefcase; if he doesn't have that, then he has his stupid Scooby Doo lunchbox in tow, where he carries his lunch.  He's about the stupidest, skinniest kid we have ever seen 'round these parts; with all his glaring faults, well, it's no wonder we, the majority, give him such a hard time.

One wonders why Edmund doesn't get mad at us, but he doesn't.  He just takes our good-natured ribbing and laughs it off.  If he is upset or angry in any way, he doesn't offer us any clues.  He just lets it roll off his scrawny shoulders and goes about his day, as only Edmund P. Kaplan can.  

He's nothing but a puzzlement to us.  We have never met anyone quite like him.

One wonders what his homelife must be like.  Granted, the kid must have some deep-seated personal problems; otherwise, he wouldn't act (or dress) so oddly.

Even with all that we have put him through, we have never known Edmund to get angry with us, no, not even once.  It's no wonder people are so puzzled by him.  He's turned our school on its rear and yet nobody seems to really care enough to defend him.  We just rag on him something fierce, and he takes it, time and time again.  He's enough to drive all of us bonkers!!

One of these days we are probably going to go too far with Edmund P. Kaplan, but until then, we are still left scratching our heads and trying to figure the dude out, which is next to impossible a lot of the times!

~To be continued!~