Saturday, March 24th, 1984, Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois, 60062
Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever we did wrong. What we did was wrong, but we think you're crazy for making us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us, in the simplest terms, in the most in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a cheerleader, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7 o'clock this morning, we were brainwashed.
YOU ARE READING
The Cheerleader
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