Today was much better. I did not cry at school. Instead, in Blended English, I sat outside with some small groups reading an article called "An African Voice: Chinua Achebe, author of one of the most enduring works of modern African literature, sees postcolonial cultures taking shape story by story."

It was an optional session, so only kids who were interested in this topic attended, and we had a fabulous time talking about dispossession, "the balancing of stories," and the way Africa is portrayed in the media.

Tonight, I'm headed to the Glee-like choir concert, JV version. The varsity is in a couple of weeks, and I'll probably go to that one twice.