Dear Mr.Vernon,

  We accept the fact that we had to sacrafice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it is that we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are.

  You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms and in the most convenient definitions.

But what we found out is that each of us is a brain.

And an athlete.

And a basketcase.

A princess.

And a criminal.

Does that answer your question?

                Sincerly yours,

               The Breakfast Club