The objective of my classmates’ social boycott for the past three months is me. Even though I hold no position of power, or any sort of outstanding feature, other than wearing a hijab, I greet each school day with a smile to their hardened side glances. I suppose that after finding out that one of my friends had the answer key to a Latin final exam, one that had the entire junior year class anxious and jumpy, rebuking her for offering it to me and for even having possession of it in the first place, and then advising her to get rid of it, must have made me a target to her darts of suspicion on who told the administration about the cheated Latin final exam incident. The night before this debacle of the year, most of my Latin class members and
