I think a lot about what people think of me. I think about what they see when I first walk through the classroom door and choose a desk appropriately far from the front, and yet not completely in the back. Wondering what sort of person I look like occupies my mind quite a bit at the beginning of every school year. I especially think about how I appear in classes where I don't really know anyone, and no one really knows me, except as the quiet girl who once sat in front of them in math class or whatever. The "quiet girl": It's a pretty safe way to not look like a complete weirdo. Ok, then . . . not a loser. Mission accomplished.