A minor league rebeI, I employ my gpa as a shield against punishment. You see, school rules don’t apply to everyone, at least not to me. I trot out on art class, on gym, even AP English in favor of a one-girl ice cream social in town. Carrying my head-high, floating on the privileges of the honor-roll, no one questions the girl who doesn’t look guilty. And so I walk out the front door, past the security guard with a smile: I am free. I am my own ruler. And so, I have learned: confidence is the key to freedom.
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