School libraries are the foundations of our culture – not luxuries.

Bologna girl, that's me.

I open a paperclip and scratch it across the inside of my left wrist. Pitiful. If a suicide attempt is a cry for help, then what is this. A whimper, a peep? I draw little window cracks of blood, etching line after line until it stops hurting.

Did you read last nights assignments?" Say "yes'" and get hammered again. Say "no'" and the same thing would happen.

i decapitated dandelions all morning, leaving carnage and death strewn into my path.

I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.

I am not going to think about it. It was ugly, but it’s over, and I’m not going to think about it.