The rest of the story.

Max asked me as we were in the kitchen, “Jonah, I need your expert female
advice on something.” Before the dubious expression on my face could break
into an audible reply, Nathan lashed out, “Better ask Stephanie or Jenifer.
Joanna’s the wrong person to ask about that!” I laughed because I hardly
consider myself worthy of giving advice on females, not to mention “expert
advice.” Max went on to say that he’d composed a poem to recite while
presenting Stephanie Stone (his date for the ring dance) with a flower, which
I assume is the corsage. He wanted my advice on what he’d written, wondering
if it was too flippant or not. Nathan continued jabbering, saying stuff
like, “Writing poetry will make you like Joanna, and you know how she ended
up.” I told Max to e-mail it to me if he wanted. I found it when I logged
on to send the stuff I’d already written. Steph came over to tell me not to
show it to Jenifer or Michele. I said I wasn’t planning on showing it to
anyone, which I’m glad about because Max seemed pretty uptight in the letter.
Then I think Steph got upset at me when I wouldn’t let her read it. Ah
well. It was a good poem, kinda long, formal like, but funny still. I was
impressed.

Eli and Michele are complaining on the phone to someone about a horse show
that the judges were wrong to Eli or something. I can’t send this until they
get off the phone, and I don’t want to leave the computer because I can’t let
anyone else read this or what I wrote to Max, and I can’t save it either.
Well, I suppose I could save it, but that would require KNOWING how to. And
I’m not really prepared for that.

Never let anyone tell you you can’t do something. Never accept anything as
impossible. If someone says you can’t do something, there may very well be a
reason why they’re saying it that will help keep you out of trouble if you
listen to them. Wisdom and restriction. One supposedly replaces the other.
But geniuses are just people that never grow up, right?

Question everything.

Freak. They finally got off the phone, AOL wouldn’t connect, and now
Michele’s on the phone again.