“I want to major in cognitive psychology and figure out how the brain works and do research and teach. I am curious and want to know how people act and think and compare them to how I act and think. Am I actually crazy, or am I normal? I also play the violin and am learning to play the guitar.”
“I want to be an artist. I have always done drawing and paintings. It is the way I express myself. It is the way to do something I love and not get judged for it. I can decide when it is done or not done, what to add or not add.”
“We are juniors this year. I have been thinking about college since middle school. I think it will be better. We won’t wear uniforms and don’t have to get up at 5:30 a.m.”
“It takes her two hours to get ready and she still barely makes it on time for school.”
“I have to sit on the bed for a while and get myself together mentally. I put in my contacts, brush my teeth and look in the mirror.”
“And think about how you could be better.”
“She always makes me feel good about myself.”
“We have been friends since the first grade.”
“I remember how we met. She doesn’t. It was the first day of school and were sitting at an assigned table. The two girls across from me were already talking. Tiffany walked in and sat down and I asked her to be my friend because I didn’t have any friends. And we have been friends ever since.”
“I remember it as she was the popular kid in kindergarten and everyone used to talk about Jada in Mrs. Reece’s class and I would think, ‘Don’t nobody care about Jada in Mrs. Reece’s class.’ I was just jealous of her popularity and she had really pretty curly hair and I thought she was pretty.”
“Had? Thanks, Tiffany.”
“You aren’t so cute anymore.”
“I don’t remember any of that.”
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