Frank Powell started sixth grade the same year Katy did. The next year, he was still in sixth grade. The following year, Annie had a few classes with him. The next year, he started sixth grade again.
It’s hard to say what led to his academic freeze. Frank had a penchant for violence, and thus found himself suspended more often than not. But on the other hand, well, it was unlikely Mensa was going to be sending him an invitation at any point.
I can only imagine what it was like for Frank. Each year he grew older, a pubescent Gulliver amongst the Lilliputians. Frank was the only sixth grader old enough to shave, the only sixth grader old enough to drive. Still, the school system continued enrolling him in the same seven classes: reading, math, civics, science, PE, shop and study hall. The curricula never sank in.
The first wave of Frank’s sixth grade classmates graduated and moved on. Eventually, Frank was allowed to withdraw.