They did not put much value on my capacities, which were admittedly few, but genuine. I read everything, I wrote constantly, and I had boyfriends by the barrelful. Why don't you do the assigned reading? they'd ask. Why don't you write your papers instead of whatever you're writing—what is that, a short story? Why don't you expend as much energy on your schoolwork as you do on your boyfriends? By my senior year I didn't even bother with excuses, let alone explanations. Where is your term paper? asked my history teacher. I didn't write it. I have nothing to say on that topic. You could have picked another topic. I have nothing to say on any historical topic.
Girl, Interrupted (1994)