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have an extension? I’ll skip the dance and cram tonight and—”
    â€œI’m sorry, Hadley, but absolutely not. Forgetting is not a justifiable reason, I’m afraid. If I gave a free pass toeveryone who forgot, where would we be?” Ms. Pitt gave a tough-love smile as my head figuratively exploded.
    Come on, haven’t I proven worthy of just one little tiny exception? My mind scrambled—without my oral presentation, an A in English would be virtually impossible. This was the beginning of the end. I wouldn’t get into Stanford. I wouldn’t even get into Chico State. I’d end up folding sweaters at the Gap or…worse!—panhandling in the streets of LA or…
    Ms. Pitt’s voice interrupted my increasingly paranoid thoughts. “I remember once when Tatum came in unprepared—”
    When I heard Tatum , a fuse blew in my head. The rip cord was pulled and this crazy monster of emotions opened up its mouth and swallowed me whole.
    â€œAGAIN WITH TATUM! Why is everyone talking about Tatum? She’s awesome, I get it!” I couldn’t believe how loud that came out, but it was almost like an out-of-body experience. I had no control.
    Ms. Pitt stepped back, shocked apparently by my outburst. But there was no stopping me now…. Everything was boiling over and I kept going. “I can’t believe you chair up the committee on self-esteem! Rule number one—don’t compare the geeky sister to her gorgeous older sister! EVER!”
    Ms. Pitt’s eyes were filled with instant recognition. “Hadley, you are far from geeky. But I realize how someone’s self-image can be completely divorced from all reality whatsoever. You feel inadequate. I understand. And I know that must be hard for you. It’s clear your sense of self is contorted, much like a psychological fun-house mirror in which—”
    â€œâ€˜Psychological fun-house mirror’? What?” I had to catch my breath.
    â€œI am merely trying to understand how you feel here!”
    â€œThen maybe you should stop trying!”
    Ms. Pitt was exasperated. “Can we continue this discussion after school and come up with an adequate solution?”
    I nodded hotly yes.
    â€œAnd I vow to never mention Tatum again, as I realize having a sister so dynamic must be—”
    I stormed away, before I did Ms. Pitt bodily harm. If it wasn’t completely clear, I didn’t want to talk about Tatum’s “dynamism,” either. Ms. Pitt was so dense! And she was the worst kind of dense—the sort of dense who thinks they’ve got it all figured out and are totally plugged in, but it turns out they’re as clueless as the day is long.
    Before I entered class, I felt Ms. Pitt touch my shoulder. I spun around and glared. I have never lost my cool so much in front of a teacher in my life. “What?”
    â€œI assume you’ve read the book.”
    â€œOf course,” I said, adding defensively: “I wrote down all the vocab words I didn’t know and everything!”
    Ms. Pitt shook her head, disappointed. “Oh, Hadley. To Kill a Mockingbird is not about vocab words…. It’s about life….” She looked me in the eyes. “Do you know what it’s about? I mean, really about?”
    I was tired of being so defensive and was already emotionally raw. “Look, I read it, okay?! I did the assignment!”
    Ms. Pitt cut me off, frayed herself. “So you said, so you said.” She took a big breath. “How about you give a more general presentation on the book itself and we’ll reassess after we’ve both cooled down.”
    â€œFine.” Things can’t stink any more, so why not? My life was over, anyway. Any drop of prior confidence I ever possessed leaked out of my body. I was a shell.
    I stood in front of the class and looked out, the whole class staring with disbelief. Nan and Soup were shell-shocked, and