Every Girl On The Planet Was Familiar

And You're Figuring Out Who You Are, And You Haven't Yet Become Stagnant In Your Thinking. You Haven't Solidified. And One Thing That I Find Is That A Lot Of Grown-ups Tend To Look Back On Their High School Or Middle School Years And Say, "oh, Thank God All That's Over."

Prancing Around With Marshmallowss On Your Nipples Does *not* Constitute Living Your Life Fully!

I Think That Ties In With Issues Of Identity As Well - That Sometimes There Are Parts Of Us We Want To Hide, And Then There's Other Times We Say, "you Know What? Nope. Done Hiding That Part."

Is He A Sophomore?" Lydia Says. "please Tell Me He's In Our Grade." "i Don't Know," I Say. "but Weren't You There When He Came To The Office?" Peyton Says. "the Secretary Didn't Get Out Her Bullhorn And Announce What Grade He's In. She Just Took Him To Meet Headmaster Perkins.

You Know, This Technology That We Have, And The Internet And Twitter And Facebook - I Get So Many Of Those Emails That Talk About Hard Times That Kids Have Gone Through, How Books Have Helped Them, But Also Happy Times.