I'm not stuck up. I'm confident, there's a big difference. If I was stuck up id be one of those 'oh look at me, I'm so pretty' girls instead of just appreciating the fact that my cinnamon skin looks good year-round and I can hop in the shower after football or lacrosse, throw on a clean sweatshirt, sweep on some mascara, let my hair loose from it's pony, and give any girl a serious run for her money. And while I totally deserve my spot in honours English I'm happy to take my proper place in algebra I, suffering alongside the rest of the mediocre maths heads. So, as far as high-school boys go, I'm not so floundering in self-esteem issues that I need someone's arm to hang on or someone's jersey number to cheer for to be a legitimate person, like some people I know. Man, to listen to Kim and Caroline chatter away all summer you'd think we've been waiting our whole pathetic lives just to graduate middle school and get to point beach high so we could date high school boys. As if high-school boys hold some kind of magical key to who we all really are.