Jane Austen would have cast me as an antagonist or a foil.

May I just say that I am a ridiculous, silly girl worthy of Mr. Bennett's dismissal, Marianne's empathy, and Fanny's censure?

I embarrassed myself again today by avoiding eye contact with the hot teacher, then blushing after he left, then giggling when he returned. I made eye contact only one time, and only because I forced myself to do so. Seriously, folks, this is sad. Maybe the reason I've never been on a date isn't because I'm intimidating, but instead because I'm immature.

I'd really like to be through with the pre-pubescent girl emotions and behavior, if you please.