Well, now we’ve just crossed over to crazy town. I do not have great taste. I have no taste
It’s not really the studies that bothers me. It’s the fact that I’ve heard high school is a social jungle
Did I do something wrong during bagels and iced coffee earlier? Use the wrong word, eat too quickly?
“Dahlia,” Temmy says carefully. “Do you think a fourteen-year-old should be wearing browns and grays all the time?”
I look up, up, up, where the white stone meets the blue sky. Hashem, I think, please let it all be easier. High school, classes, teachers
A guide to finding your head or your heart
Seeing one’s father cry is an intense experience. I feel it to this very day