Think of the coolest girl in your high school. Not the one who was cool because she was rich, pretty, and mean. I m talking about the girl who was
actually well-liked, the one who was more loved than she was ever feared. She s the kind of girl who got good grades, was well-dressed, and had a sharp wit. She had a presence, but it wasn t put on: it was easy and natural. She s the kind of person who was reliably pleasant company at lunch, the kind who would have you laughing for the full 50-minute period over those cafeteria-grade, god-knows-what s-in-them sloppy joes.Â