Dear Mr. Vernon
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong. What we did was wrong, but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. Why do you care?
You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions.
You see us as a brain... an athlete... a basket case... a princess... a criminal... a musician... and a class clown. Correct?
That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed.
