ugly body and get embarrassed. I did everything I could, but obviously, that didn’t do anything. I sat in the auditorium and mustered all the strength I had not to cry. But it wasn’t enough. When the meeting ended my father went to talk to Ms. Harrison, and I ran to the car and almost tripped right over Jacob who had to be able to see that I was crying. My furry black hat fell off my head, and I forced my dad to go back for it while I obsessively patted my head in the car because at that moment I just felt like my hat needed to be there, and I was freaking out. Jacob walked passed my car as I was smacking my head, and he looked at me like I was nutcase. Which, of course, is right on.
I am going to pretend like I hate Jacob Kingston instead of loving him (which will be a monumental task because he is built like the statue of David) so that every time I see him from now on I am not so humiliated. I wish he could melt and go away.
*CLASS ASSIGNMENT* 11/12
Essay #5: My Worst Day
(What I do hand in, and thank God Ms. Harrison does not make me read this aloud, but she does want me to meet with the school psychologist. C+)
Danielle Levine
English 12
Ms. Harrison
Period 4
My worst day was the day I was born. My parents are not what made it the worst day. My parents are wonderful. Anyway, as you know, I wasn’t even born to my parents, which is really easy for anyone to see because I look nothing like them. My parents are very good looking. My parents adopted me from someone who I am sure looks just like me and was having a horrible life and just couldn’t bear the thought of making it worse by having to raise a child while having a horrible life.
That day of my birth was my worst day because I was born on the wrong planet, in the wrong body, for no real good purpose that I can ascertain. (Thank you for teaching me that word. One thing I like about life on this planet is all the great words I get to learn in your class.) I’m sure on other planets life is not as ridiculous as it is here. In fact, I imagine that on other planets, people aren’t actually in bodies so it saves a lot of hassles. That day I was born marked the stressful beginning of a very stressful life.
Teacher comments: Sometimes we all wish we were never born; your whole life won’t be like high school.
*CLASS ASSIGNMENT* 11/16
Essay #6: Reflecting on My College Applications
(For this very honest assessment: C. What does this lady want from me?)
Danielle Levine
English 12
Ms. Harrison
Period 4
Reflecting on the college application process is like trying to navigate your way through a hurricane. (I hope you like my simile.) I applied to three University of California schools and three state of California schools. I really only had to complete two applications online, one for the UCs and one for the states. This was not as simple as you might think.
My mom sat with me as I did the applications because, like she said, it felt like you needed a master’s degree in form-filling-out to do it. It was an OCD person’s nightmare. I needed my mom because I kept checking every question and answer four times. If I didn’t check each question four times and say the question and my answer out loud twice, then I couldn’t move on. My mom yelled at me to stop doing that. I couldn’t. Then, I repeatedly asked her how I was going to pack up all the things in my room and fit them in a dorm room. I told her I have to have my own room because I can’t possibly share decorating space with someone. I started worrying that my postcards would get bent in the move. I also needed to know, right then, the exact dimensions of a dorm room, so I started measuring my furniture. She really lost it at that point.
I yelled at my mom for not hiring someone to do the applications for me like a lot of other kids in my class did. I put on my blue conductor hat and my black combat Chucks to gain some control.
My mom made me take a double dose of Adderall when all the yelling started,