We lived in the country, in the middle of an alfalfa field; we had no immediate access to Bobbie Brooks sweaters. I went to school in the hand-me-downs of a cousin three years older. She had excellent fashion
sense, but during the three-year lag her every sleek outfit turned to a pumpkin My black lace-up oxfords,
which my parents perceived to have orthopedic value, carried their own weight in the spectacle. I suspected
people noticed, and I knew it for sure on the day Billy Stamps announced to the lunch line, "Make way for the
Bride of Frankenstein."
Also judging from the diction in the above excerpt, what would you say is the tone of this personal essay?
satire
O nostalgia
O humor
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