My name is Alice. Quick! What's the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear my name? Most people would say "Alice in Wonderland," immediately tell me so as if they were the first to think of it. Thanks so much, Mr. Carroll.
             I absolutely hated the name. Every time someone would call me it, I would spin around, eyes burning and say, "My name is Alice. Just Alice, nothing else." This only fueled my classmates' desire to use it more. Throughout elementary school, someone would use this to get a reaction out of me, and I would unwittingly oblige.
             As time went on joke got stale. By middle school, the name was dead, and I was Alice again. Thank God!
             Recently, I've re-read Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, (which I loved, by the way) and I've noticed just how similar we are.
             Alice begins her adventure by plummeting down a rabbit hole. She goes so far down that she even begins to forget to be afraid, even though the bottom is rapidly approaching. I had an experience in Middle School similar to this. I began to fall, emotionally instead of physically like Alice. I stopped caring about schoolwork, and consequently my grades fell. I began pretending that it wasn't happening, that it didn't really matter if I did well in school or not. I plunged so far down that I even started lying to my parents, telling them I had done my homework or that I had earned good scores on tests. At one interim report during 8th grade, I had every grade possible, from an A in English, to an F in Science. My parents hit the ceiling, and I woke up. I worked extremely hard not only at making up back work from previous quarters, but to become in good standing with my present grades. The last quarter of 8th grade I earned straight A's for the first time in my life.
             Alice goes from normal size to larger than a house and then smaller than a hookah-smoking caterpillar. This can be another metap
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