  Emorey is such a weird kid. But for the record, I, like all other high school students at LC, I have a homeroom. My homeroom teacher is named Mr. Hagney. I used to think that he really liked me, because he remembered my name every week. This from a man who called Leigh "Lee-a" for an entire year (every week Leigh would say, "Here! And it's just Le-ee. ") Today: "So how's drama going? " [Blank Stare, long pause] "I'm not in Drama. " "Oh, I thought you were. " So obviously, he really knows nothing. Not very long ago that would have plauged me. I used to really think that in order to be a successful student, your teachers should like you. And I tried my best to suck up to every last one of them, for years. It wasn't until the last weeks of last year that I realized kissing someone's ass, especially when they are really scum, is sick.
When I was younger, I honestly did like my teachers. And I used to be really nice to them. While my friends were drawing on their desks and talking during spelling tests, I was the bookworm who couldn't wait until Book Orders were delivered. In sixth grade I was a even more anal freak than I am now. That's really the age I caught a lot of crap for it. It didn't phase me, though. Because even though my classmates resented me for always raising my hand and volunteering to clean the overhead during recess, they were still my friends.
My mother volunteered at my Elementary school and often ate lunch with my sixth grade teacher. When I was in seventh grade she told me about a conversation she had once had with said teacher. She had told my mom that I was trying too hard, that my classmates were bitter about me often winning Star Charts Contests. She recommended that my mother tell me to cool it, to take it down a notch. When she told me about all this, I answered "Well why the heck didn't you tell me!
" (I wasn't swearing then) "Are you kidding? Like I was about to let her bully my daughter into deliberately not doing her best! " And things seemed so clear to my mom. Like, screw what the other kids thought of me. Its that sort of down-with-"the man" mentality I think I inherited. Affectionately... Anna 
