2000 - Miss Jones

One afternoon in late spring, she kept me after class. I thought I was in trouble. Instead, she handed me a dog-eared copy of Girl, Interrupted and said, “I think you’d like this. You remind me of someone who’s trying to figure out if her sadness is a mood or a map.”

So here’s to you, Miss Jones — wherever you are. Thanks for making the year 2000 feel like a beginning instead of an end. Miss Jones 2000

And me? I still listen to “Mr. Jones” sometimes, but in my head, the lyrics are different. Because the truth is, we don’t always need to be famous. Sometimes we just need one person, at exactly the right time, to lean against a chalkboard and really hear us. One afternoon in late spring, she kept me after class