In homeroom when Mr. Horswill handed out the permission slip for the Spring Fling, the all-school dance, I almost didn’t take one. Why should I bother when I was sure the answer would be the same? Even though I’m in ninth grade now, it would still be the same. No. Nyet is what they say, and I don’t want to hear this again. But I took a permission slip anyway. I don’t know why I didn’t just shake my head when this very popular girl Marcia Egness was handing them out. And even after I took one, I don’t know why I didn’t throw it away. Maybe I just couldn’t give up hope. It’s like that in America. It’s a place where things can change for people, and many people always seem to have hope. At least that’s how it seems to me. Maybe I was beginning to think this way, too, although my hope was very small.  In this paragraph, Maya asks herself the Tough Question “Why should I bother when I was sure the answer would be the same?” What clues does this question provide about the story’s main conflict?​