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Stranger in a strange land Roaming the halls. Lost between the feet of giants. Outnumbered. Outmatched. The lunchroom. Already? Where to sit? Who to talk to? Salisbury steak. Yes. Always analyzing. Sitting with seniors. How’d that happen? Their excitement is my fear. A friend. Finally. Becky. Yellow vehicle of safety. Home. I made it. Only 719 more days to go.
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
High School Detached
Stranger in a strange land Roaming the halls. Lost between the feet of giants. Outnumbered. Outmatched. The lunchroom. Already? Where to sit? Who to talk to? Salisbury steak. Yes. Always analyzing. Sitting with seniors. How’d that happen? Their excitement is my fear. A friend. Finally. Becky. Yellow vehicle of safety. Home. I made it. Only 719 more days to go.
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
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