“You know,” she said, her ponytail whipping around as she turned to face me, “you don’t have to raise your hand to answer every question.”
Eleven-year-old me didn’t have anything much to say in response to that. I had been confused and disoriented by the worldview of this newly-arrived student who wore nothing but embroidered velour sweatsuits with false collars and seemed intent on competing with me. This was just more of the same.
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