13 Reasons Why: Did Hannah Overreact?


“Overreaction most times lead to unfavourable consequences,” said by author, Tony Payne. Everyone who has read 13 reasons why by Jay Asher, usually feels bad for Hannah (the protagonist who killed herself) and what happened to her. However, in some parts she overreacted.  

    Hannah Baker is a high school student from liberty high who commits suicide, leaving behind recorded tapes that indicate 12 people as the 13 reasons why she killed herself. Clay Jensen, a classmate of Hannah, is the narrator of the novel.

    Hannah Baker is portrayed as a victim by the author which makes the readers feel empathy for her. However, she’s seen overreacting to certain situations that could’ve been handled better. As shown from page 100, Courtney Crimson one of Hannah’s “friends” who was a “perfect” girl, asked Hannah to go with her to a party to keep up her perfect reputation and Hannah knew this, “ and although [she] was still suspicious, you are who you are and everyone wants to go to a party with [courtney].” Hannah still went to the party and met a guy who overheard Courtney talking about her. At page 114/116, “Ready for this, everyone? Our sweet little Miss Crimson told this guy, and whoever else was standing within earshot, that I have got a few surprises buried in my dresser drawers… this was not a part of her plan. She only invited me to the party to clear her beautiful name after ignoring me for so long. A permanent photograph linking us to one another was not supposed to happen. Courtney try to pull out of my grip. ‘I… I don’t want to,’ she said.” In this scene you can see how Hannah overreacted since she knows the fact that there isn’t anything in her dresser, therefore she could have handled this situation better by confronting Courtney rather than making her do something against her will which isn’t what Hannah would ever do. This could’ve had better outcomes for her. She blamed Courtney for the party, as Courtney was the one who invited her, but in reality Hannah is the one who allowed the reason to happen.

    In addition, at page 143 Hannah’s date (Marcus) who she barely knew, started touching her at a restaurant which she didn’t find pleasing so she pushed him. What Marcus did was wrong, but she did overreact as she started to blame others, strangers, around her for the fact that she got herself into that situation.“So you’d think people would’ve started laughing. Unless, of course, they knew it wasn’t an accident. So they knew something was going on in that booth, they just didn’t feel like helping. Thanks.” Some people don’t like to interrupt others business and Hannah does know this since she has been one of them before. Therefore, she could have called the police for sexual harassment, instead she decides to blame strangers for something she let happen. Hannah was the one to agree on the date, even though she knew what type of guy Marcus is.

    Similarly, towards the beginning of the book Hannah won “best asses” in freshman class from a list. This later caused Wally (one of Hannah’s classmates) to grab Hannah’s ass in a store, with the list being his excuse for his action. He should not have done that in the first place to Hannah, however, after it happened she overreacted to the situation. For instance at page 51, “action number one: Grabbing my ass. Interpretation: Let me back up and say that this guy had never grabbed my ass before. So why now? My pants weren’t anything special. They weren’t overly tight. Sure, they were slung a little low and he probably got a hip shot, but he didn’t grab my hips. He grabbed my ass.” This scenario makes the reader understand why this is one of Hannah’s reasons, as the list objectified her to many of the high school boys. Nonetheless, she didn’t call the cops. Instead she just complained about it in her head, therefore this lead to her overreacting to the other 12 reasons why she killed herself.

    To conclude, through the dialogue and inner thoughts, the text reveals how Hannah Baker overreacts in certain situations that one could have better handled. Additionally, due to these overreactions, it unfortunately leads upon her death, which could have been avoided if she had handled the situations more appropriately and sharply.

Vignettes of Life

Needle and Thread

(The picture I got inspired to write this vignette from)

Putting the thread through the needle. The needle through the cloth. All. Day. Long. It can be tough sometimes. When I look at the needle, it looks as if it’s hurting or tired. Just like me. There are many of us, working hard. Making clothes for those above us. The ones who can spend millions easily, something we dream of.

‘Lunch Break!’                                                                                           

When we all hear that, it’s just music to our ears that I nearly cry as though someone died. Relief we can finally eat. Work is tough but bearable. Lunch is amazing, and we get a tiny break so me and all the girls play 4 stones and talk about the world and what we did and everything. It’s just great to have many sisters.

‘Back to work!’                                                                                         

Just the thought of those words give my whole body goosebumps as if I’m in a chilled fridge. It’s not the work, it’s the silence that’s hard. Slowly as we put our needle through our cloth you can hear the cloth rip a bit, something we usually can’t hear. Even a question can’t be asked without those 2 men staring directly through your soul sharp as if someone will kill us if we talk. We usually look down as they walk with those loud elephant stomps around us as we work. I feel bad for the floor sometimes, those men’s shoes hits the floor so hard the noise sounds as if it’s crying. I think thoughts like this a lot as I work. In silence.

‘Time to go!’                                                                                              

These words are just blank to my ears. I don’t really know what to think of this. I’m happy to go home and sleep for 5 hours, but sad to leave my work and my friends. Maybe it’s more. I’m not sure.


Home. A place built with wood, bricks, or sticks. Some people have many homes. Big, small, old, new. But I only have one. Mother says that home is not defined by a place to live in, that home is used to survive. Home is where your family is, so I only have one home. But why do I only have one?   

Mother is the reason I’m here, breathing. She’s the first person to ever call me. She made me her perfect girl. Her princess. Everyone has a mother, at least for awhile. She was the only one I ever had. Some had 2, one who was just like my mother, and the other a little taller and hair shorter than hers. I never knew why I had one mother, she never told me.

Yesterday I was walking home alone, and then this lady came up to me and asked,

“Are you lost? Where’s your mother? Where’s your father?”

I didn’t know what a father was. I was so confused.

“I’m going to my mother, but what is father?”

She just looked at me like I was injured and needed money. Petty.

“Never mind, you should go to your mother now bye.”

I wondered if she was talking about the other mother I always see kids with. The mother I never had…

Mother would never tell me what “father” was. I never tried asking since she never mentioned it, but I need to know.

“What is father?”

“You know the mother with more shorter hair and taller, that’s the father.”

Wow I didn’t expect her to say it so easily.

“Why don’t I have a father?”

“Cause sometimes homes are smaller than others that’s just the way the world works, but it doesn’t mean the love is any smaller my dear.”

I finally got what my mother meant about our home and others. Our home is only one while others have many. But I only need one home.

My House                                                                                                    

Not a cottage style house. Not on a busy street that has cars roaring by. Not a loud house. Not a parent’s house. A house that is all mine with my big backyard, my color. choice, and my personality decorated throughout the house. My stories and accomplishments will be thrown all around my house adding character and personality. My history and life will be scattered in every room. A house where nobody can tell me that an item doesn’t belong in a certain place. A house where my privacy is all mine. Where nobody’s mess will become mine because my house will only be mine.

It would be the perfect place to sit and watch the sun rise, or the rain fall. Everywhere you turn, light would be. It would feel so free. My house would breathe breaths of creativity and laugh laughs that explodes in art, spattering its interior with everything worth living for.     

Only a house as unique as a fingerprint, a space to find myself and discover me. A house as large as life. A house that nobody else can call home, but me. A house that relates to me, and a house that people can see, touch, and relate to me. This is my house.

Jigme’s Winter Family Fun

The winter break starts, it’s getting colder, as she gets on the plane it gets hotter, the opposite of where she came from. Jigme goes to a lot of places with her sister Tenzin and her cousins. They go to nice, fun places each week, and also watch new movies.

It’s the first week and all they do is go to the mall, and shop a lot, while they were at the mall they even watched a movie, passengers, it was a great movie in their perspective.

“We all watched 4 movies together, a lot of them are really good, some of them were a little boring but that was only a little part of it. We nearly almost went to the mall everyday but it was really fun.” 
Beach Fun

It’s the second week now and Jigme and her family decided to go to Pattaya!! Beach, and have some fun there and stay for a night. The beach was pretty dirty there so they went on a boat to coral reef, it was so clean there, and so clear, you could see the ground. Then they went to the mall and got some food and snacks and some barbeque!. 

“I got a tan from the beach, but it was SO fun there like I can’t explain how fun it was there, unfortunately my first cousins Rigzang and acho Pema couldn’t come because they had to shop, which was pretty sad, but at least I had my others cousins Jimmy K, Bobo, Ustuo, and Nobu.”
Dream world!

On the last week on Monday Jigme and her sister and parents, and first cousins went to Dream World!! It’s was so fun exploring the rides there. Watching skits eating a lot.

“Dream World was fun but we stayed there for a little amount of time because we arrived late, but still we did go to nearly did all the rides there, and we also had a lot of food which was really good.”
Water park 

During the last week on Friday they went to a water park with lots of rides and a lot of water fun. Having so much fun sliding in water and swimming and also trying the scary rides.

“The water park was the best, it was really fun even though I said that for everything. The best part would be the rides because I love scary rides no matter how scary it is, I just love them.”

“Overall this trip was the best with my family, having fun and doing knew things and trying new stuff.”

Museum Artifact

In the past 2 weeks of humanities we were researching about ancient China, Egypt, and India. We made posters of information about their religion, writing, government, geography, technology, arts, social structures, and Food supply. After we all finished our posters, Mr. Coleman thought that we should choose an artifact from one of the civilisation and make a museum card for it. And that’s what we did.

Here is my museum card

Here is my video


Two strengths I have in organising is…

I write what I need to do on paper and then check it off when I’m done.

I do my Homework first when I reach my house.

Two areas for growth…

I think I should probably organise my locker more because sometimes when I’m in a rush I just stuff things in my locker.

I think I should get things ready for my bag in the morning instead of doing it all in the morning.

One goal I have for the next 6 weeks is…

To organise my locker every one week or every time I get a chance so it’s still neat and tidy for me to get my stuff and go to my class in time.

Delhi Out and about experience 

In the time I have been in Delhi Out and about, I have learned so much about my host country that I didn’t know of, and I got to learn about the history of India in class too.

 On our field trips we also learned about India on the field trips too I was quite fascinated how I didn’t know some of the things that I learned in class since I have been here for awhile in India. The metro ride was a really nice experience, I have never been to the metro ride in Delhi or in India ever and, that was my first time ever going to one, it was SUPER fun, I played games with my friends and we just had so much fun. 

The projects that I have made in Delhi out and about did also make me learn about Delhi too because I had to do a research on Delhi and like the history about Delhi too, and the kings, gods, rulers, in Delhi. We also had to make an Imove about Gandhi and I learned more personal facts about Gandhi by doing the projects. We also had to make a kahoot about topics that our teacher give us and then at the end of the day we get to play the kahoot that people have made and it’s a really fun game and it’s just fun.

So that’s all we basically did in Delhi Out and about and I do really like this class and it is a fun class and a fun experience about Delhi.