Set Fire to the Third Bar

This is 9th grade Karen. 9th grade Karen wore ghetto fabulous clown outfits to school and still managed to make friends. She rocked the zebra accessories, forever 21 tutus, anthropology-inspired aprons, and pearl headbands. She was an aspiring Princeton student, whose room was decorated with a literal roadmap to college and a handmade acceptance chart (if her Princeton dreams failed, she knew she could always count on UPenn). She strove to be the ideal student, joining four clubs, class council, and band! She stayed up late, into the wee hours of the night, stressing over Dr. Garg's HONORS physics and Ms. Beardslee's HONORS english? Was the word "honors" emphasized enough for your liking? 9th Grade Karen would have to vote no. In her leisure, she decided to become well versed in great American literature. Her favorite novel, you might ask? None other than Dear John. She carried it everywhere, stained it with her tears. She was unreal... still is unreal.