Gym Should Be Illegal. It's Humiliating.

I Needed To Hear The World But Didn't Want The World To Know I Was Listening.

I Won The Wintergirl Trip Over The Border Into Dangerland.

I Stand In The Center Aisle Of The Auditorium, A Wounded Zebra In A National Geographic Special, Looking For Someone, Anyone To Sit Next To. A Predator Approaches: Gray Jock Buzz Cut, Whistle Around A Neck Thicker Than His Head. Probably A Social Studies Teacher, Hired To Coach A Blood Sport.

I Make It Through The First Two Weeks Of School Without A Nuclear Meltdown.

I Stuff My Mouth With Old Fabric And Scream Until There Are No Sounds Left Under My Skin.