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married (being a princess, even if I wanted to, I couldn't, unless I abdicated). In fact, chances are, the guy I marry is going to have to take MY name.
    I just, you know, wouldn't mind a LITTLE possessiveness.
    Uh-oh, something is going on. Michael just got up and went to the door to make sure Mrs. Hill was firmly ensconced in the Teachers' Lounge, and Boris just came out of the supply closet, but the bell hasn't rung yet. What's up with that?
    Thursday, May 1, still MY BIRTHDAY, French
    I guess I needn't have worried about what Michael was going to get me for my birthday, because just now his band showed
    up - yes, his band, Skinner Box, right here in the G and T room. Well, Boris was already here because he is supposed to practise his violin during G and T, but the other band members - Felix, the drummer with the goatee, tall Paul the keyboardist and Trevor the guitar-player - all cut class to set up in the G and T classroom and play me a song Michael wrote just for me.
    It went:
    Combat boots and veggie burgers
    Just one glance gives me the shivers
    There she goes Princess of my heart
    Hates social injustice and nicotine
    She's no ordinary beauty queen
    There she goes Princess of my heart
    Chorus: Princess of my heart
    Oh I don't know where to start
    Say I'll be your prince
    Till this lifetime ends.
    Princess of my heart
    I loved you from the start
    Say you love me too
    Over my heart you so rule.
    Promise you won't execute me
    with those gorgeous smiles you shoot me
    There she goes Princess of my heart
    You don't even have to knight me
    Every time you laugh you smite me
    There she goes Princess of my heart
    Chorus: Princess of my heart
    Oh I don't know where to start
    Say I'll be your prince
    Till this lifetime ends.
    Princess of my heart
    I loved you from the start
    Say you love me too
    and then together we will rule.
    And this time there was no question the song was about me, like there was that time Michael played me that 'Tall Drink of Water' song he wrote!
    Anyway, the whole school heard Michael's song about me because Skinner Box had their amps turned up so loud. Mrs Hill and everybody else who was in the Teachers' Lounge came out of it, waited politely for Skinner Box to finish the song, then gave the whole band detention.
    And, OK, on Mademoiselle Klein's birthday, Mr. Wheeton had a dozen red roses delivered to her in the middle of fifth
    period. But he didn't write a song just for her and play it for the whole school to hear.
    And yeah, Lana may be going to the prom, but her boyfriend - not to mention his friends - never got detention for her.
    So really, except for the whole having-to-spend-July-and-August-in-Genovia thing - oh, and the prom thing - fifteen is
    looking pretty good so far.
    Homework
    Algebra: You would think my own stepfather would be nice and not give me homework on MY BIRTHDAY, but no
    English: The Iceman Cometh
    Biology: Ice-worm
    Health and Safety: Check with Lilly
    Gifted and Talented: As if
    French: Check with Tina
    World Civ.: God knows
    Thursday, May 1, still MY BIRTHDAY, the ladies room at les Hautes Manger
    OK, this is so my best birthday ever.
    I am serious. I mean, even my mom and dad are getting along with each other - or trying to, anyway. It is so sweet. I am so proud of them. You can totally tell my mom's maternity tights are driving her crazy, but she isn't complaining about them a bit, and Dad totally hasn't said anything about the anarchy symbols she's wearing as earrings. And Mr. Gianini put Grandmere right off her lecture about his goatee (Grandmere cannot abide facial hair on a man) by telling her that she looks younger and younger every time he sees her. Which you could tell pleased Grandmere no end, since she was smiling all through the appetizers (she can move her lips again now that the inflammation from her chemical peel has finally died down).
    I was a little worried that Mr. G's observation would cause my mom to go off on the beauty industry and how they are ageist and