You Know It’s Them Books What Make

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."

Suck It Up. This Is The Life You Chose For Yourself, So Buck Up And Deal.

And Books Are Such An Empowering Way To Give Voice To Some Of These Kids Who Aren't Yet Ready To Tell Their Story. Or Don't Know What Their Story Is, Or Are Trying To Figure It Out.

She Holds Herself With Such Reserve. She Smiles, But The Smile Doesn't Reach Her Eyes, Even In The Company Of The Girls She's Chosen To Eat With. Why? I Have No Clue, And I Really Don't Want To Spend My Time Worrying About It. But My Brain Pushes At The Question Anyway. Why Are People Aloof? Because They Don't Want To Let Others In. Why Don't They Want To Let Others In? Well, Sometimes Because They're Shy, And Sometimes Because They're Convinced Of Their Own Superiority. But Those Aren't The Only Reasons. Sometimes It's Because Thay Have Something To Hide.

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.