Dear Mr. Thompson: We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Monday morning in detention for whatever it is we did wrong, but we think you're crazy for writing an essay telling us who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, Fishbowl New York.