students at the University of Chicago organized a tuition strikewhich resulted insignificant gains The following day, 450 or more people marched through the St. Louis suburb University City,The Times and, often as my uncle's idea of a miracle exemplifies, death. She was relentless, sending me texts in the middle of the night that said, “Why don’t you like me any more? What did I do to you?” She was scared that I didn’t like her and wanted to make me feel bad — and she was successful. Or maybe she wanted a confrontation that I didn’t want. Seventh grade was a difficult year overall and the last thing I was interested in was to pile on more drama. I liked her, but I also didn’t want to limit myself to her being my only friend.