admit it out loud.
âIn the words of the great American poet Robert FrostââMrs. Collins pointed to the board, where sheâd written a quote in perfectly rounded lettersâââPoetry makes you remember what you didnât know you knew.â If youâre not sure what that means, thatâs okay. Just keep it mind as we move through the unit.â She started handing photocopies down the rows. âIâve divided you into groups of five. I want you to read the poem on the handout and look up the circled vocabulary word within it that corresponds to your groupâs number. Define the word, then take turns using it in a sentence. When weâre done, youâll do a short presentation about its meaning in the poem.â She read off her list. âGroup one: Emily, Sarah, George, Simon, and Margot.â
It figured. Of course, on the day when I looked like a human poodle and I was wearing the same pants for the second day in a row, Iâd end up having to do group work and a presentation with Gorgeous George and Sarah J. Why didnât Mrs. Collins just rent a JumboTron TV, put it in the gym, project my picture onto it, and call a schoolwide assembly so everybody could see a giant close-up of my ugliness?
I took a deep breath and gathered my courage as we pushed our desks together.
âHi, Em,â I said.
She smiled at me. A good start.
âHi, George. I like your shirt,â I tried.
âOh. Thanks,â he said, then stared out the window, probably looking for interesting shoes.
âSo, Simon,â I said, âhow was your summer?â
Simon, a skinny, mostly quiet kid, looked up from his binder in surprise.
âOh my God, Margot,â Sarah said pointedly as she pulled her chair out and sat down.
âWhat?â
âEveryone knows he has a lisp,â she whispered loudly, âbut that doesnât mean you have to throw it in his face.â She shook her head sadly, like I was too hopeless for words. âThereâs a thing called manners. You might want to learn some.â
Even George was giving me a disapproving look.
âIââ I started, confused, but a second later I figured it out. So, Simon, how was your summer? Could I have put any more Sâs in that sentence? âI didnât mean it like that! I was just asking if he had a good summer.â
âRight,â Sarah said. By now Simonâs face had gone completely red.
âIâm so sorry, Simon.â I clapped my hand over my mouth, realizing Iâd done it again. Sarah J. sighed. âI honestly didnât mean it like that.â
He nodded once and went back to looking down at his desk like he just wanted the whole thing to be over with.
Sarah took an aquamarine zipper-closure binder out of her bag, then squinted at me. âDonât take this the wrong way, but did something happen to your face?â
âNo,â I said, reading the poem Mrs. Collins had handed out so I wouldnât have to look at her. It was called âAway, Melancholy,â and our vocabulary word was right at the top. MELANCHOLY .
âDid you burn your eyebrows off or something?â
I didnât answer.
âNo offense, but whatever you did, it doesnât look that good.â She wrinkled her nose and kept staring at me. âAre you sure you didnât burn them?â I felt my cheeks getting hot.
âOf course she didnât burn them,â Em spoke up. âShe tweezed them.â I shot her a quick, pleading look. She was only going to make it worse. âEveryone does it. And actually,â Em continued, âyour brows are looking a bit bushy. You might want to think about getting them shaped.â
The smile fell from Sarah J.âs lips. âShut up,â she retorted.
Em just shrugged. âOkay, be like that. I was just making an observation.â
Sarah scowled. âOh, and I guess you know everything about eyebrows,
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