Read the excerpt from "I'm Not Thirteen Yet" by Amy Bernstein. After the game, we had an ice cream party in the dining hall to celebrate our victory. I sprinkled my last spoonful of chocolate sprinkles and walked toward a table. "Hey Jamie," a voice called, "come sit here." I swore it sounded like Margaret. It turned out it was Margaret, and she wanted me to sit next to her. "Ok . . . thanks," I said and took a seat, probably with a confused look on my face. "I love the way you arrange your toppings, in perfect order from ice cream to fudge and chocolate sprinkles. You're a great sundae builder," said Margaret. "Look at mine. I can't even keep it together." This excerpt describes the writer’s significant experience of