“You're my teacher?” she asked, incredulous. I took her little hand in mine

“Why,” I demand, “do I have to go to stupid graduation?”

“You changed,” she said hoarsely. “You changed a lot, Shulamis.” I stared at her, not knowing what to say

An 18-year-old that needs help in the airport — honestly!

It was then that it dawned on me: I wasn’t a wallflower anymore. I was Shulamis, a self-confident, friendly, talented part of the grade

My issue with reading wouldn’t go away, but could my attitude toward it change?

If she wanted to yell at me, she could have easily done it at home. So what else could she want?

Yes, it was only one year of school, but an entire nine months of struggling, of 12th-grade exams and lots of note taking. How would I manage?

I sniffed. “I’m worried. She’s so much like Yonah, it’s scary”