For Day 17 I spoke to a group of 6th graders about my 17-year-old brother who was killed when I was in 6th grade. The irony was not lost on me. I will post a bit more tomorrow on that, but for now you will have to settle for this video blog which captures the awkward family rejection that I experience on a daily basis. 

Please don't mind my hair, I just cut it all off and it's feeling very confused about what is expected of it.