By Lexi Boyer You’re standing behind a wooden podium at the front of Mrs. Hickerson’s class. Your neatly typed notes on Sally Ride are displayed out in front of you. You are nervous, but you are ready. You’ve been preparing for this for weeks. You look up, about to start your speech—only no one is looking at you. Everyone is talking. You wait for Mrs. Hickerson so do something, but she doesn’t seem to notice. No one seems to notice you, even with those hot pink striped gloves with the fingers cut off that you’ve recently started wearing. Still, no one seems to realize you exist. You should say something. You need to get their attention. Shout something, like, “Listen up!” But you can’t.…