ROE V WADE
Our American Tragedy
Shame on US
Hi.
My name is Jerilynn. I’m fifteen years old. Yesterday was my birthday but no one felt like celebrating much. I’ll tell you why but I need to talk a little first. That’s how I am. When I get nervous, I talk too much.
My English teacher, Mrs. Otto, is always telling me to take deep breaths and think before I speak, but it’s hard because my thoughts race around in my head and I have to get them out.
“Otto” is kind of a funny name, don’t you think? Some of the kids call her “Blotto,” but I don’t think that’s very nice. To make fun of a person’s name like that.
I live in kind of a small town. I’ve heard some of the older kids in school, the juniors and seniors say that they can’t wait to get the F out of here.
I don’t know. I like it. It’s my home. I have to admit, though, there’s not a lot that goes on here. People go to work, and to church on Sunday and that’s about it. Oh, we have stores and a few restaurants but nothing too exciting.
Church. I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’d rather spend my Sundays reading or drawing but my parents make me go. I don’t understand most of the service but I like the sunlight that shines through the colored windows. Like a beautiful painting, you know?
