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Dr. Johnson is Dre’s mother. The book never reveals what kind of a doctor she is, but she teaches classes at a local university. An intelligent and level-headed woman, Dr. Johnson regularly explains to Dre and Yahaira why things they find on the internet aren’t actually funny. After Papi’s death, Dr. Johnson welcomes Yahaira into her home whenever Yahaira needs someplace to go—even if Yahaira is skipping school. She encourages Yahaira to talk about her grief and return to the neighborhood association’s grief counseling sessions.
Dr. Johnson Quotes in Clap When You Land
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Chapter 6
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Without fail, most days I’m in school,
I get sent to the guidance counselor.
But I don’t have anything to tell her.
She asks me how I’m doing. Stupid fucking question.
I want to tell her some days I wake up
to find dents on the inside of my palms
from where I’ve fisted my hands while sleeping,
my nails biting into the skin & leaving angry marks.
On the days I wake up with smooth palms I’m angry at myself.
There should be no breaks from this grief. Not even in sleep.
I don’t tell her that. I don’t tell her anything.
I chew on the little green mints she offers & wait for the bell.
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Dr. Johnson Quotes in Clap When You Land
The Clap When You Land quotes below are all either spoken by Dr. Johnson or refer to Dr. Johnson. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
).
Chapter 6
Quotes
Without fail, most days I’m in school,
I get sent to the guidance counselor.
But I don’t have anything to tell her.
She asks me how I’m doing. Stupid fucking question.
I want to tell her some days I wake up
to find dents on the inside of my palms
from where I’ve fisted my hands while sleeping,
my nails biting into the skin & leaving angry marks.
On the days I wake up with smooth palms I’m angry at myself.
There should be no breaks from this grief. Not even in sleep.
I don’t tell her that. I don’t tell her anything.
I chew on the little green mints she offers & wait for the bell.
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