For my final project in English class, I had to create a portfolio of several pieces of writing relating to a topic.
I chose depression, specifically that of teenagers.
I basically took the contents of this blog, rewrote them into the third person, changed everyone's names, and stuck it in Arizona. In this alternate universe, my name is Allie. I also threw in a brochure about depression symptoms for good measure.
I got an A. First time all semester.
My teacher attached a note. To paraphrase: why haven't you done this sort of work all semester, blah, blah, blah.
And then there was this:
While the quality of writing here is exceptional, teen depression is not really
a school-appropriate topic.
I want to kick him. Because depression apparently doesn't exist outside of the realm of fiction, you know.