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Club Fair

And it's about that time of year when all the school clubs print out brand new sign up sheets and hang up brightly colored flyers promising "new friends and fun activities." Model United Nations is meeting in the history wing, Robotics has a new metal cutting machine, and three of the singers from the student rock band graduated last May. (I hear two of the sophomores have even started a club for Dr. Who.) But what I think my high school really needs is a club for people for when they're feeling lonely. Anyone could show up anytime— from preps to prep hockey to nerds and exchange students, the artists and scientists, and even the sad writers. And we'd get together as often as we needed to be reminded that there are way more people than we think that feel exactly the same as we do. And maybe someday a meeting will be called and we won't even realize it, because we've stopped calling them meetings and started to refer to them as friendships.
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