Terrible terrible night for terrible terrible reasons. That is, petty ones. I got depressed over an essay the thirteen-year-old wrote. Depressed because she got an 89.5 and her friend got a 95. Depressed because her friend always does better (in English!) and I feel deep in my bones that she shouldn't. (I am affronted by it every time! But if
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