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One day the counselor who used to be the talented music teacher, Mrs. Dilkey, had me come to her office and had a meeting with my parents and teachers.  I even saw the principal.  I didn't do anything wrong, but I was reknown from 10th grade being the queen of clubs in the paper.  It seemed sad how tired I was of school, but seriously it was just the American History.  We had this pretty French lady, so it made me feel even worse.  What if she knew my race and was racist?  I looked healthy and interesting at that time, too.