That year, her grades dropped. It wasn’t a gentle decline. She went from always being one of the three top performers across all her subjects to hedging with failure. Because she didn’t loose her unbending cheer, or fall off her sports teams, the teachers misread her. Report cards would go home with the words “bad set of friends” scrawled all over them, or “teenage tantrums” in the case of teachers who thought they should have had a prestigious career in the world of Psychology, rather than rub chalk off their fingers with damp cloths at the end of a 45 minute class period.