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When his mother leaves, everyone suddenly thinks that Connor needs help taking care of himself, yet Connor knows he is responsible and just wishes everyone would leave him be. Original.
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Jessica Wakefield
Okay, so I kissed Will. So? It was just a fluke, right? One harmless little kiss that lasted for five seconds, tops. But if it was nothing, why can't I stop thinking about it?
I keep seeing his face, inches away from mine, with that intense look in his gorgeous blue-gray eyes--the look that had me breathing heavy before he even touched me. And then when he kissed me...wow. First it was hard, like he couldn't control himself, and then it was soft and sweet as he traced the line of my jaw with his hand. It was like he was studying my face, memorizing it. Then he slid his fingers behind my neck and up through my hair, which was just--
I have to stop obsessing over this--over him. And I will.
As soon as I catch my breath.
Conner McDermott
AP English
Mr. Collins
Question #4: In communication, there is often a disparity between what a person says and how others hear it. Using the passages handed out in class or quotes of your own, show how simple messages can be interpreted in more than one way. Give at least three examples.
There are two sides to every story. Even with fortune cookies. Most people take them at face value, but if you ask me, there's always a hidden meaning. You just have to look.
Example #1
Fortune: You are a very kind and patient person.
What it really says: Wake up. Everyone's walking all over you and you don't even see it.
Example #2
Fortune: Your wisdom will guide you through a difficult situation.
What it really says: You're on your own. Don't even bother asking for help because you won't get any.
Example #3
Fortune: You will soon receive a surprise in the mail.
What it really says: You know that package you just got? Hold it up to your ear. If it's ticking, think twice before you open it.
Angel Desmond
RESIDENT ASSISTANT APPLICATION
In the space provided below, please list five reasons you believe you would be an asset to the RA program.
1. I'm very personable and easy to get along with, so other students would be comfortable talking to me about their problems and concerns.
All right, that's a good one. This is going to be easy.
2. I work well with others and can easily take on leadership roles or sit back and assist while someone else leads.
I'm a shoo-in for this position. How could they not hire me?
3. I'm responsible and trustworthy.
Except for the fact that I just gambled away my entire college tuition in one night at the racetrack.
4. I'm a hard worker and a good problem solver. I've held down a job fixing cars at my father's garage ever since I was old enough to buy a screwdriver.
Although he did fire me because of the whole gambling thing.
5. I'm ready to face the challenges of being a good RA, and I believe I could enforce university policies in a fair and effective manner.
Besides, if you don't hire me, I won't be able to afford college at all, so I'd pretty much do anything you asked me to at this point.
Elizabeth Wakefield
Once, when I was in fifth grade, I crossed the road without waiting for my bus driver to flag me on. She made me write "I will not cross the road without waiting for the signal from Lucille" one hundred times as a punishment, and I never forgot to look up at her again. So here goes:
1. I will not think about Conner McDermott.
2. I will not think about Conner McDermott.
3. I will not think about Conner McDermott.
Ugh!
4. I will think about Conner McDermott whenever something Conner-related passes in front of my eyes. Like a guitar. Or a Monopoly game. Or a Mustang.
5. I will think about Conner McDermott even when something not remotely Conner-related passes in front of my eyes. Like crab cakes. Or a gum wad. Or a ministapler.
6. I will mope around thinking about Conner until he begs me to come back.
I don't need to write that one a hundred times. It's already etched in my brain.
"God, Jess. What's in here? Wet towels?" Steven Wakefield asked, groaning as he loaded a large box marked Jessica's Room into the back of his tan Explorer.
Jessica glanced at the crate her brother was carrying and squinted.
"No, I think that's the one I packed with all of the silver from the Fowlers' kitchen," she said, throwing a saccharine smile at Lila Fowler. Steven chuckled, but Lila didn't look amused. She had been hovering around the entrance to her family's mansion all morning, watching Steven, Jessica, and Elizabeth as they packed their belongings into their cars.
"Very funny," Lila said, glaring at Jessica. She took a long sip of ice water from her crystal glass. "Not that I'm totally convinced you're kidding," she added, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back against the white stucco archway that led into the main foyer. Jessica watched as her sister, Elizabeth, squeezed past Lila with another load. Lila didn't budge.
"Next time I'll go through her," Elizabeth muttered to her sister.
"Oh, please, let me," Jessica whispered back. It was bad enough that she'd had to live with the Fowlers the entire time Lila and Melissa Fox were collaborating to make life hell for Jessica, but did Lila really have to be there on the day that the Wakefields were finally moving out?
It doesn't matter, Jessica decided. We're getting out of here and into our new house. Not even Lila can ruin this day.
"What are you doing out here anyway?" Jessica asked, running a hand through her fine blond hair as she headed back toward the house. "Don't you have riding lessons or something?"
Lila smiled tightly. "Let's just say I'm making sure that you don't accidentally leave with any of my clothes. I know how easy it is to get my designer labels mixed up with--well, whatever it is you wear these days," she said, gesturing at the plastic-wrapped garments Elizabeth was carrying.
Jessica sighed. Lila was such a snob that her comment was almost funny. Almost. "As if I'd steal anything from your overpriced, overrated wardrobe," she said, walking back toward the foyer for another load.
"Well, you didn't seem to have any problem with stealing Melissa's boyfriend," Lila said.
Jessica stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes, determined to keep her cool despite the fact that she could feel her cheeks flaring.
"Come on, Lila. Everyone knows that was a lie," Jessica said. "Why don't you get some new material?"
Lila's eyes widened. "You mean that wasn't true?"
Jessica groaned. "You know it wasn't," she said, clenching her fists at her sides.
"Then what's he doing here?" Lila asked, all innocence.
Jessica's brow furrowed. "What are you--"
Her voice trailed off as she followed Lila's gaze. A blue Blazer had just pulled up, and Jessica was fairly certain she knew who was behind the wheel. Oh God, not now, she thought, her heart skipping a beat. Will Simmons jumped out of the Blazer and began walking toward her even as she wished him away.
Jessica exchanged a nervous glance with Elizabeth and then focused what she hoped was a bland expression on Will. Bland equals not interested equals go away, Jessica thought. She only hoped he would get the hint.
"Hey," Will said, smiling warmly at Jessica. The hint had obviously mixfired, and unfortunately Jessica could never keep herself from grinning like an idiot when he smiled at her. "Lila," he said, nodding stiffly in her direction. Lila glared at him and walked inside. Will smirked. "I don't think she likes me."
"Join the club," Jessica said. She sounded normal. Odd, considering the fact that her heart was doing distinctly abnormal dance moves. "I think I'm number one on her most hated list."
"Tell me you left something behind for her," Will said, his eyes sparkling. "You know, like blue dye in her shampoo or shaving cream in her shoes."
Jessica laughed in spite of herself. "Where were you two days ago when I had time to plan something like that?"
"I would have been here." Will shrugged and looked her directly in the eyes. "All you had to do was ask," he said quietly.
Jessica's stomach flopped, and she wrapped her arms around her waist. This was not good. She could not let herself fall for this guy all over again. Not after everything he'd done.
"Um, Will?" she began, narrowing her eyes. "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but . . . what are you doing here?"
Will took a step back. "Oh, I . . . uh . . ." He hesitated. "I wanted to thank you for helping out with the kidnap breakfast earlier. I think it went really well."
Jessica tried not to think about the part that had gone really well.
"Like when we picked up Josh," Will continued.
That would be the part, Jessica thought. A shiver passed through her as she remembered the lip lock in Josh Radinsky's bedroom. Lying on the floor with Will's body pressed against hers--stop.
"What do you mean?" she asked, startled at how panicked her voice sounded.
Will smiled again. "Just that everyone was really having a good time by then. What did you think I meant?" he asked. She could tell he was trying hard not to laugh.
...
Dalla seconda/terza di copertina:
Okay, so I kissed Will. So? It was just a fluke, right? One harmless little kiss that lasted for five seconds, tops. But if it was nothing, why can't I stop thinking about it?
I keep seeing his face, inches away from mine, with that intense look in his gorgeous blue-gray eyes--the look that had me breathing heavy before he even touched me. And then when he kissed me...wow. First it was hard, like he couldn't control himself, and then it was soft and sweet as he traced the line of my jaw with his hand. It was like he was studying my face, memorizing it. Then he slid his fingers behind my neck and up through my hair, which was just--
I have to stop obsessing over this--over him. And I will.
As soon as I catch my breath.
Conner McDermott
AP English
Mr. Collins
Question #4: In communication, there is often a disparity between what a person says and how others hear it. Using the passages handed out in class or quotes of your own, show how simple messages can be interpreted in more than one way. Give at least three examples.
There are two sides to every story. Even with fortune cookies. Most people take them at face value, but if you ask me, there's always a hidden meaning. You just have to look.
Example #1
Fortune: You are a very kind and patient person.
What it really says: Wake up. Everyone's walking all over you and you don't even see it.
Example #2
Fortune: Your wisdom will guide you through a difficult situation.
What it really says: You're on your own. Don't even bother asking for help because you won't get any.
Example #3
Fortune: You will soon receive a surprise in the mail.
What it really says: You know that package you just got? Hold it up to your ear. If it's ticking, think twice before you open it.
Angel Desmond
RESIDENT ASSISTANT APPLICATION
In the space provided below, please list five reasons you believe you would be an asset to the RA program.
1. I'm very personable and easy to get along with, so other students would be comfortable talking to me about their problems and concerns.
All right, that's a good one. This is going to be easy.
2. I work well with others and can easily take on leadership roles or sit back and assist while someone else leads.
I'm a shoo-in for this position. How could they not hire me?
3. I'm responsible and trustworthy.
Except for the fact that I just gambled away my entire college tuition in one night at the racetrack.
4. I'm a hard worker and a good problem solver. I've held down a job fixing cars at my father's garage ever since I was old enough to buy a screwdriver.
Although he did fire me because of the whole gambling thing.
5. I'm ready to face the challenges of being a good RA, and I believe I could enforce university policies in a fair and effective manner.
Besides, if you don't hire me, I won't be able to afford college at all, so I'd pretty much do anything you asked me to at this point.
Elizabeth Wakefield
Once, when I was in fifth grade, I crossed the road without waiting for my bus driver to flag me on. She made me write "I will not cross the road without waiting for the signal from Lucille" one hundred times as a punishment, and I never forgot to look up at her again. So here goes:
1. I will not think about Conner McDermott.
2. I will not think about Conner McDermott.
3. I will not think about Conner McDermott.
Ugh!
4. I will think about Conner McDermott whenever something Conner-related passes in front of my eyes. Like a guitar. Or a Monopoly game. Or a Mustang.
5. I will think about Conner McDermott even when something not remotely Conner-related passes in front of my eyes. Like crab cakes. Or a gum wad. Or a ministapler.
6. I will mope around thinking about Conner until he begs me to come back.
I don't need to write that one a hundred times. It's already etched in my brain.
"God, Jess. What's in here? Wet towels?" Steven Wakefield asked, groaning as he loaded a large box marked Jessica's Room into the back of his tan Explorer.
Jessica glanced at the crate her brother was carrying and squinted.
"No, I think that's the one I packed with all of the silver from the Fowlers' kitchen," she said, throwing a saccharine smile at Lila Fowler. Steven chuckled, but Lila didn't look amused. She had been hovering around the entrance to her family's mansion all morning, watching Steven, Jessica, and Elizabeth as they packed their belongings into their cars.
"Very funny," Lila said, glaring at Jessica. She took a long sip of ice water from her crystal glass. "Not that I'm totally convinced you're kidding," she added, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back against the white stucco archway that led into the main foyer. Jessica watched as her sister, Elizabeth, squeezed past Lila with another load. Lila didn't budge.
"Next time I'll go through her," Elizabeth muttered to her sister.
"Oh, please, let me," Jessica whispered back. It was bad enough that she'd had to live with the Fowlers the entire time Lila and Melissa Fox were collaborating to make life hell for Jessica, but did Lila really have to be there on the day that the Wakefields were finally moving out?
It doesn't matter, Jessica decided. We're getting out of here and into our new house. Not even Lila can ruin this day.
"What are you doing out here anyway?" Jessica asked, running a hand through her fine blond hair as she headed back toward the house. "Don't you have riding lessons or something?"
Lila smiled tightly. "Let's just say I'm making sure that you don't accidentally leave with any of my clothes. I know how easy it is to get my designer labels mixed up with--well, whatever it is you wear these days," she said, gesturing at the plastic-wrapped garments Elizabeth was carrying.
Jessica sighed. Lila was such a snob that her comment was almost funny. Almost. "As if I'd steal anything from your overpriced, overrated wardrobe," she said, walking back toward the foyer for another load.
"Well, you didn't seem to have any problem with stealing Melissa's boyfriend," Lila said.
Jessica stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes, determined to keep her cool despite the fact that she could feel her cheeks flaring.
"Come on, Lila. Everyone knows that was a lie," Jessica said. "Why don't you get some new material?"
Lila's eyes widened. "You mean that wasn't true?"
Jessica groaned. "You know it wasn't," she said, clenching her fists at her sides.
"Then what's he doing here?" Lila asked, all innocence.
Jessica's brow furrowed. "What are you--"
Her voice trailed off as she followed Lila's gaze. A blue Blazer had just pulled up, and Jessica was fairly certain she knew who was behind the wheel. Oh God, not now, she thought, her heart skipping a beat. Will Simmons jumped out of the Blazer and began walking toward her even as she wished him away.
Jessica exchanged a nervous glance with Elizabeth and then focused what she hoped was a bland expression on Will. Bland equals not interested equals go away, Jessica thought. She only hoped he would get the hint.
"Hey," Will said, smiling warmly at Jessica. The hint had obviously mixfired, and unfortunately Jessica could never keep herself from grinning like an idiot when he smiled at her. "Lila," he said, nodding stiffly in her direction. Lila glared at him and walked inside. Will smirked. "I don't think she likes me."
"Join the club," Jessica said. She sounded normal. Odd, considering the fact that her heart was doing distinctly abnormal dance moves. "I think I'm number one on her most hated list."
"Tell me you left something behind for her," Will said, his eyes sparkling. "You know, like blue dye in her shampoo or shaving cream in her shoes."
Jessica laughed in spite of herself. "Where were you two days ago when I had time to plan something like that?"
"I would have been here." Will shrugged and looked her directly in the eyes. "All you had to do was ask," he said quietly.
Jessica's stomach flopped, and she wrapped her arms around her waist. This was not good. She could not let herself fall for this guy all over again. Not after everything he'd done.
"Um, Will?" she began, narrowing her eyes. "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but . . . what are you doing here?"
Will took a step back. "Oh, I . . . uh . . ." He hesitated. "I wanted to thank you for helping out with the kidnap breakfast earlier. I think it went really well."
Jessica tried not to think about the part that had gone really well.
"Like when we picked up Josh," Will continued.
That would be the part, Jessica thought. A shiver passed through her as she remembered the lip lock in Josh Radinsky's bedroom. Lying on the floor with Will's body pressed against hers--stop.
"What do you mean?" she asked, startled at how panicked her voice sounded.
Will smiled again. "Just that everyone was really having a good time by then. What did you think I meant?" he asked. She could tell he was trying hard not to laugh.
...
nks Conner needs help...that when his mother leaves he won't be able to take care of things. So she's having his completely useless stepfather over in while she's gone. But it's pointless. Conner has always taken care of Megan, and he can handle this situation, too. Or he could...if everyone would just get out of his face.
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