There were four Normas in Mr. Spinoza’s seventh grade English class. One was the POPULAR Norma–you know the type–chews gum constantly, can’t shut up, knows everyone. One was the ATHLETIC Norma–coordinated, graceful, great at everything. One was the absolutely flawless and BEAUTIFUL Norma–thirteen going on nineteen. And one was the ODDBALL Norma–thirteen going on twelve. Guess which Norma I was?