The Gift of Sincere Compliments

In eighth grade, I begged my mom to put me in another school. 

I was a country girl plopped down in a city school.

I wore sweatshirts, and they wore Guess. I laced-up scuffed Reeboks, and they sported sparkling Keds. I played Madonna, and they jammed out to Beastie Boys. I knew about secret crushes, and they understood full-blown sex.

And somewhere in between my lack of multiple Swatches and relentless comments from the pom squad, I decided I was done.


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