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December 20, 2002
Lunchtime continued continued. I honestly have no idea what the hell I’m doing. Maybe I should give up. I don’t know. Everyone’s always saying I’m just a little kid playing at politics. When I try to speak, to share my ideas or at least start an intelligent conversation, everyone will sit there and laugh and shoot little knowing glances to one another that say ‘Oh, that’s just KJ. Don’t listen to her. She’s crazy,” and KJ will sit, staring out the window at the old beech tree bashing against the brick wall of the school and pretend not to care.