And that’s when I know this past year had changed me. Because I didn’t hesitate at all
Ninth grade is three-quarters over and I’m feeling like a pro. No more freshie mistakes, no getting lost trying to find the lab, or wearing regular shoes on gym days. That’s why when Rebbetzin Liebstein calls me into her office, I’m pretty much shaking in my cute black booties. I mentally run through my guilty conscience, and nothing raises a red flag. Okay, I was super late for tefillah twice this week, and Mrs. Warren did not appreciate my comment about trigonometry being useless, but would she tell the limudei kodesh principal? Probably not.
Okay then. I flip my thick ponytail over one shoulder, shrug, and follow the 12th grader who’d called me away from lunch, down the hallway.
“Uh, I was just supposed to call you, not actually bring you in.”
Oh, that’s awkward.
“’Kay, thanks,” I say, flashing my most confident smile.
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