ABSTRACT
Back in high school, all my friends were girls. It just ended up that way. Iwent to a special-admissions high school which required a hundred different tests before they would let you attend. So, in addition to the standard teenage insecurities-girls don’t like me, boys think I’m gay, my clothes suck, I don’t know enough about pop culture, pop culture doesn’t speak to me in the first place-we also had to deal with academic insecurities. You were afraid you were smarter than everyone else and that made you weird. You were also afraid that you weren’t smart enough, that you didn’t deserve to go to this special school, that all your good academic grades only came from going to a sucky ass school in a dead-end white trash part of town where people only knew math in terms of football scores.
