One creative writing course in high school, she had a real favorite student in that class, and it surely wasn’t me.  I’m not a writer, don’t call myself one anyway, I can write, I have many stories to tell.  I love to tell stories, I love details and the thoughts that combine in your head and congeal, and focus and run and run and run.  I won’t blame that teacher for not choosing me as her favorite, I was no one's daughter, that’s to begin with, yeah, she is Noam Chomsky’s daughter, so of course she’d be brilliant.  I was talented in other ways, every main part in every play, see- I did tell stories all the time, just not my own, and I got every solo in the chorus, and did recitals at my mother’s restaurant.