Start your review of Be More Chill Write a review Shelves: depression This is the most vile and terrible book I have read in a long, long while. The premise of this book is essentially that a high-school aged boy, Jeremy, who longs after a particular girl and has low self-esteem about his persona, comes across a small pill-sized supercomputer called a "squip" that can act as a instructional This is the most vile and terrible book I have read in a long, long while. Using this, he is able to be considered "cool" and be among other popular teenagers who he once admired. What is just terrible about this book is that the author portrays and discusses girls and women as objects. Jeremy intentionally engages in sexual and romantic relationships with girls that he is not interested in, in order to demonstrate his sexual activity and be praised and viewed highly for it among his peers. By doing this, he hopes to gain the favor of his crush who maintains a distance from him.

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Here comes the fun part, the part that has been stressing me since they started taking attendance in fifth grade. It confuses teachers. Are they snickering at me? Are they? Can never be too sure. I pull out one of my preprinted Humiliation Sheets, write the date up top and put a tally mark next to the Snicker category. Then I retune my ears to listen for copycat snickering. I use the Humiliation Sheets to keep track of my social status in a concrete, quantitative way.

They are my secret, totally; I make sure no one sees them as I fill them up with tally marks every day. I hate tally marks. Up in front, Mr. Gretch writes k on the board—k sucks in math; once you see it you might as well ignore everything and save yourself.

The big story was that Jake Dillinger had sex with this model from Czechoslovakia who was dating his dad, which I believe.

Jake can do anything. Mostly people are talking about the parties of the past weekend or the PSATs, which are coming up. Jenna gives back cold silence. My then-boyfriend broke his leg and I had to dance with him while he was on crutches and a cast and it was so horrible. Mark Jackson and this other kid—his name is actually Jackson Marks—discuss video games. Rob works out a math problem, probably something post-calculus, while picking at his mouth, ear, and nose as if he has them on shuffle.

And Christine, quiet in her invisible pod up by the front of the room, just looks pretty. I sit quietly, stif f. I peek at Jenna. I turn back. This is a bad day for me to start hearing this stuff. In my pocket is a Shakespeare made of chocolate, okay, like one of those Easter bunny chocolates, but in the shape of Shakespeare, and I was going to give it to Christine today at our first play rehearsal.

I clutch it. I should. Just then Mr. I learned that in bio. Mortification Event number two. At lunch I seek out my best friend Michael Mell. The headphones let him plunk down anywhere, with the jocks or Warhammer nerds or at one of the girl tables although Michael only sits with Asian girls. He just likes how they feel on his head. It plats onto the tray in front of him. You pussying out?

I totally know how it is. Did you say something dumb to her? Which is basically the same thing. Does Christine care? Will it seem too stalkerish? It came cold but feels colder. He has blond hair with a streak of red in the back, like a rooster. Michael moves aside and Rich dumps his whole tray, including the actual tray, into the trash.

He eyes us. Cast party! I love cast parties. Mind your beeswax. I sit silent, keeping my head and mouth steady, staring ahead. After a few seconds, Marks slides down a seat, like I have herpes. Or lupus, right? Then I move down a row. Just then Christine, uncharacteristically late for something, walks down the aisle past us.

Reyes shrieks from the entrance to the theater. Greetings all! Little digital homeless people groan as they die on his Game Boy SP. Reyes gets on stage behind a mic, which he does not need. I am also very glad to have such a wonderful cast; we are going to have a great time in the play. Reyes is tall and skinny with no facial hair; he wears a suit and tie.

He teaches English for his day job. Jeremy Heere! You must simply know that you have gotten the role of Lysander. This is a very demanding role that will take much of your time. Down in front, he shifts in his seat slightly to acknowledge Mr. Get ready to memorize much-ly. Where is my Puck? Christine Caniglia?


Be More Chill

Plot[ edit ] Be More Chill is written in the first person, from the perspective of high school student Jeremy Heere. Jeremy is considered a loser by his popular peers; the popular girls have no interest in him, and he is constantly bullied. Jeremy is tired of being a loser and hopes to find a way to change this. His main goal in life is to get Christine to notice he is alive, and maybe eventually start dating her. His advances are slow-going at first.


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