A relentless believer, she sheds tears over Rashis and witnesses miracles where there are none. She sponges up the ideals of her classmates and teachers, and forgets to sieve the dross. She makes plans for her spiritual growth and puts away detractors. After every bomb, she destroys another CD, hoping her little contribution will stop another disaster. Drinking guilt like mother' s milk, she processes her past. However, she does not feel bleak; instead she feels hopeful about her future in this sacred space. Her eyes are covered with rose-colored glasses and pretty wall-paper directives inform her decisions. She believes in the power of individuals and that everyone has a story. Her roommates make her feel powerful and she gradually comes out of her shell - only to step into a box. She is sometimes "oh, so bitter," but she is working on her relationship with her family from 7,000 miles away. (This probably makes it easier.) She knows she is not an angel, but she is reaching towards the heavens. At the end she writes a letter to herself, warning the Grrl that she will eventually fall and not to let skinned knees get her down. The letter never comes.
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