My Superficial Sweet 16 Tally

I wish I could convince my parents to get me an iPhone.

I change the subject and tell about something new I got recently.

I think about some way in which I am luckier than her, and that makes me feel better.

I'm happy for her and I ask to see how the phone works.

I want to be in charge of the group, because it seems like my ideas are better than other people's.

I find myself evaluating who is doing how much work, to make sure everything's fair.

I contribute my best work for the good of the group, and I try to be affirming and encouraging of other group members.

I'll do whatever it takes to get a good grade, and I'll make sure I get the grade I deserve even if other group members flake out.

I think about my friend's house and wish my house was like hers.

Even though my house isn't perfect, I enjoy sharing it with my friends.

I am embarrassed because I don't think my house is good enough.

I just wish my parents would give me a private area where my friends and I could hang out and have fun.

I'm interested in her experience, and I ask questions about how the dinner went.

I can't relate. My family isn't like that, and I wish it was.

I'm depressed. I say my family never has dinner together, and I hope she notices how sad I am.

I think she's so lucky. Everything about her family sounds so perfect, and I imagine they always get along.

I feel jealous and wish I had cool parents like everyone else. It's unfair that they got to go and I didn't.

I have a meltdown because this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I mope around all night.

Although I was disappointed I couldn't go, I enjoy looking at my friends' pictures and hearing about their fun evening.

I complain to my friends about my strict parents and hope to get some sympathy.

I think about how many friends she has and how happy she must be, and I wish I could trade places with her.

I check out what she's wearing and wish I could shop where she does - and look like she does!

I admire her, and something about her makes me just say a quick prayer for her.

I find something to criticize about her - there's something wrong with everyone, isn't there?

I can't sit still. I have to come up with something to do or I'll go crazy.

I love having an evening to myself to kick back and relax, even though it is a Friday!

What's wrong with me? Did all my friends go out together and leave me out on purpose?

How humiliating. How could I hve a Friday night by myself? Everyone has forgotten about me and they don't care that I'm all alone!