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Right before I started middle school, I had a physical. The exam went much, much, much better than expected because for the first time I had an actual medical issue. I had been waiting for twelve long years for this to happen. I needed glasses. Yes, the level of correction was slight. And yes, it could have been brought on in part by eyestrain (apparently I focus too long on something right in front of me, like a book or a computer screen, and I dont look away into the distance and refocus enough). So I congratulated myself on this achievement because I had been hoping for some form of myopia, and now I had it. After the exam we went to the ophthalmologist and I picked out my eyeglasses. I was drawn to frames that looked like what Gandhi wore. They were round, wirerimmed, and very oldschool, according to the woman who deals with that part of the process. They were perfect because I was going forward in the brave new world in peace. A week before the first day of classes, I made another big decision. We were having breakfast, and I swallowed a large bite of my HealthyStart meal, which consists of beet greens topped with flax seeds (both homegrown), and then I said: I have figured out what Im going to wear for my first day at Sequoia.

My father was at the sink, sneaking a bite of a doughnut. I did my best to keep junk food away from these people, but they covered up a lot of their eating habits. My dad quickly swallowed a piece of his fudge puppy and asked: And what will that be I was pleased. Ill be wearing my gardening outfit. Dad must have taken too large of a bite, because it sounded like the fudge doughnut was caught in his throat. He managed to say: Are you sure about that Of course I was sure. But I stayed lowkey. Yes. But I wont put binoculars around my neckif thats what youre concerned about. My mom, who up until this point was unloading the dishwasher, turned around. I could see her face. She looked pained. Like maybe she had just put away a whole load of dirty dishes, which is something that had happened before. Her face smoothed out and she said: What an interesting idea, honey. But Im wondering .

. . will people make the connection Maybe its better to wear a brighter color. Like something red. You love red. They didnt get it. The first day at middle school was a chance to make a new introduction. I needed to convey to the group a sense of my identity, while keeping a few of the basic elements of my character under wraps. I couldnt stop myself from explaining: Im making a statement about my commitment to the natural world. I saw them exchange quick looks. My dad had fudge frosting on his front teeth, but I wasnt going to point this out, especially after he said: Of course. You are so right. I looked down into my breakfast bowl and began counting the flax seeds, multiplying them by 7s. Its an escape technique. The next afternoon, a Teen Vogue magazine just appeared on my bed. All of these publications at that time of year centered on going Back to School. On the cover a teenage girl with hair the color of a banana had the widest smile that I have ever seen. The headline read: DOES YOUR OUTFIT SAY WHAT YOU WANT IT TO No one took responsibility for putting it there. Chapter 4 My parents made a few more strange suggestions before the first day of classes began. I decided that they both must have been traumatized as teenagers. On that first morning at an entirely new school, I packed my red, wheeled luggage (designed for the frequent business traveler but purchased to transport my books and supplies), and we headed out the door to the car. My father and mother both insisted on dropping me off. But neither parent,
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