"We live by admiration, hope, and love And even as these are well and wisely fixed In dignity of being we ascend" - William Wordsworth
And for a girl in her early teens who has not yet begun to date, dignity of being can be terribly tied up with whether or not you are invited to the prom. It also depends on getting along with people, particularly your parents.
Why was it, Honor wondered, that although she never clashed with her father almost everything her mother said and did seemed to irritate her? And why did she deliberately do things - or not do things - to irritate her mother? These were questions that Honor never asked anyone except herself. She couldn't have - any more than she could have confessed her secret admiration for Mr. Ackroyd, her science teacher, an admiration so intense that it disturbed as well as thrilled her.