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going to have to go to a high school and take this class with other people? ”
    “You’ve been to high school before, Holly.”
    “Yeah, and it was horrible.”
    “It won’t be so bad,” she said with the casual voice of a girl who was never bullied in high school. “I’ll reach out to a school near you and see what we can do.”
    I have absolutely nothing against sex education. It is a super important class that everyone should participate in. I mean, you can’t make decisions about sex if you don’t know everything, right? But I just don’t want to take the class with other people that I don’t know . I was already a freak in Cedar Junction High School. I’ll be even weirder if I’m that homeschooled fat girl who only comes to class for sex education.
    Like seriously.
     
     
    Later, 2:45pm—Saks Fifth Avenue Ladies’ Room
     
    I think I need to see a therapist. It can’t be normal to have emotional breakdowns like this on a regular basis. My mental health is obviously at risk here, and I need to take care of myself. I should just start to live in bathroom stalls because I find myself hiding in them too often, writing in my journal. Maybe I’ll order a sub sandwich for delivery and eat it in here like Lindsey Lohan did on her first day of school in Mean Girls .
    I tried to call Serena, but she’s not taking my calls. I called her over and over again because not only did I need to apologize for upsetting her, but I also didn’t want to do this on my own today. Serena always goes with me for stuff like this. I tried to leave Serena a voicemail, but her voicemail box was full.
    So I set out to go shopping for Grayson’s birthday gift … alone. I tried to be brave about it. I thought to myself, “Holly, you are going to be a college student soon, which means you’re pretty much an adult. You’ll have to start doing stuff on your own, like microwaving your own meals and buying your own laundry detergent. You can buy a gift for your boyfriend by yourself.” My pep talk to myself worked for a bit. I was walking into stores confidently and asking the sales associates questions without withering into a pile of embarrassed mush.
    It wasn’t until I was in the men’s department of Saks Fifth Avenue that my resolve started to break. I don’t know if you’ve ever been shopping for men’s clothing, but it is a LOT different from women’s clothing. Besides the obvious lack of fun dresses and skirts, men’s clothing is boring. They don’t wear fun floral patterns or bedazzled skull jumpers. I mean they could if they wanted to, but I guess designers aren’t feeling it this season. Hey, if any haute couture designers are reading this, and I hope to God you aren’t, don’t be afraid to add a little color and fun to men’s clothing! It doesn’t all have to be simple, neutral colors you know.
    Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. So, the first issue I was running into was just finding Grayson’s SIZE. Women’s clothing is sized with the ever-ambiguous small, medium, or large which can greatly vary depending on what store you’re at. Even worse than the small, medium, or large setup is the 2, 4, 6, 8, and so on size chart. There’s just no logic. Men’s clothing is sized in inches from waistline to leg lengths. It is so much more accurate and practical.
    So I was standing in the men’s department with a pair of raw, denim jeans in one hand and a relaxed fit Henley shirt in the other when I had a horrible realization: I don’t know a lot about my boyfriend. Sure, I know basic stuff his fans know like his birthday, favorite color, and favorite flavor of ice cream. But I don’t know his shoe size or his favorite cut of jeans. How am I supposed to buy my boyfriend an awesome birthday gift if I don’t know his waist to pant leg measurements? I AM A HORRIBLE GIRLFRIEND.
    I remember this Lifetime Original Movie I saw once when I had the flu. I was lying in bed, and I was so very sick that it felt like my bones