When Curtis transferred to our high school from some fancy private school, I was assigned the job of showing him around our building. First, I showed
him our trophy case. Our school has put together some quality teams and
programs over the years, so our trophy case was pretty full. Curtis was not
impressed. He claimed that the trophy case was at least twice as big as
ours and much more crowded. Next I showed him our swimming pool. Not
every high school has a swimming pool, so we were proud of ours, but
Curtis couldn't care less. "The swimming pool at my old school is bigger
and more modern. This one looks kind of dirty," he said with disdain. I
continued to guide Curtis around the school, showing him our cafeteria,
gymnasium, and even our garden, but Curtis seemed disappointed with
everything that he saw. He'd quickly compare it to his old school, which in
his words was superior to ours in every way. The last thing I showed Curtis was the front door. I told him that he would like this one best because he could walk through it and go back to his old school. What is the theme of the story?