School is a building full of strangers, potential friends and enemies. Thrown into the turmoil, I seek a life line to grip. As I am swept by, I glimpse the popular people, those who can swim, surrounded by their school of followers. They tread water easily, rising above the drowning others. I see a familiar face among the crowd, a friend among aliens. An old friend, in the same situation as I, joins me in my tumble with high school. As they always say, hardships are better passed with a friend.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
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