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By:Hannah Harrington


                do comic strips even count as art?

                Of course they do. Don’t be so prejudiced. Art encompasses                     more than old oil paintings and stupid abstracts. Open your mind!! Be                     creative!!

                you sound like ms. kinsey.

                Ms. Kinsey would never call abstracts stupid. Besides I                     choose to take that as a compliment.

                you would. so—charles schulz? really?

                Broken record much? Come on, it would be fun!!!!                     Different!!!! EXCITING!!!!!

                your abuse of exclamation marks and capslock is not really                     selling me on this.

                I need to express my enthusiasm somehow.

                try using your words.

                I am. Just not with my voice.

                is it hard? not talking?

                Yes. No. Sometimes. Not really. Except for the early onset                     of carpal tunnel. Like now. Owwwww. L Going 2 use shrthnd frm nw on k?

                k. so y no talking? isn’t writing the same thing?

                No. I have to think about what I write b4 I put it on paper.                     I don’t want 2 say the wrong thing. No 1 wants to hear it n e way. Me + talking                     = BAD NEWS.

                Sam pauses for a long time, twirling the pen around in his                     hand.

                saw noah last night. he’s going to be o.k.

                I look at him and then back down at the page. Part of me is                     glad he’s sharing this information with me, but part of me wants to know why. Is                     he trying to make me feel better, and if so, why the hell would he do that? He                     has every reason in the world to hate me. The pen hovers over the pad as I try                     to figure out what to say next.

                Charles Schulz. We’re totally doing it. OK?

                o.k. you win.

                * * *

                The most awkward part of my day comes after my                     second-to-last class. And that’s really saying something, since there is so much                     awkwardness spread out throughout the day—from avoiding Kristen and all the                     jocks in the hall, to finding a safe haven at lunch, to dealing with the ritual                     embarrassment of Mrs. Finch doling out my daily detention slip. Yup, lucky me                     received another one today, all shiny and pink. I’m convinced she gets a twisted                     satisfaction out of dispensing these punishments. My best defense is to act like                     I don’t give two shits.