I wrote this letter to my 14-year-old self for the wonderful website, "
Dear Teen Me" (warning--there is a picture of me at 14 included). Thanks to Emily and Priya (and Elisabeth Dahl) for letting me exorcise those demons:
Dear Jennie,
It’s Friday afternoon, and you are going straight home from school. Not to field hockey practice, debate team, or the mall. You don’t have butterflies in your stomach because of the party you will attend that night or the boy you will talk to there. There will be no phone call from your best friend, since you don’t have one, about the 8th-grade algebra test or whether you are going to the dance next Friday.
To read more, go
here.
