I dunno why, but writing about things that have happened my life in an interesting manner is easy. Today I am writing this.
It was tough, stained, and very much cropped. When I sat down on it the first time, I could not think of a reason why these girls wanted to sit here - in a middle of a hallway, covered in a carpet that could hardly be called fabric - for their lunch period.
After introducing myself to other members of the class, I had come to know that many either sit by the school cafe (otherwise known as "Ashley's") or left campus to venture out to places like Subway. In attempt to make some amis, I joined these people on their lunchtime excursions and this day I was doing the same. Expect this time, instead of waiting endlessly for everyone to have their wallet to head out to Walgreen's, these girls simply plopped their bottoms down on the hard carpet floor.
I too sat on this floor as I watched two others sit down on a bench. I craned my neck back in jealousy.
I don't remember much of the conversation we had that day - if there was even one. However I do remember we all shared a mutual feeling of fatigue and overall tiredness. But despite this, I kept finding myself continually plopping my bum down on the floor of the hallway right outside the Chemistry lab every day afterwards.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by a group of wonderful friends. A month later another member would join us (and later leave off to Seattle this year), and another few this year. But regardless of the people coming and going, the hallway of the Chemistry lab will always be our place.
When I graduate next year from Burke, I will certainly miss a lot of people and - not surprisingly - our place.
After introducing myself to other members of the class, I had come to know that many either sit by the school cafe (otherwise known as "Ashley's") or left campus to venture out to places like Subway. In attempt to make some amis, I joined these people on their lunchtime excursions and this day I was doing the same. Expect this time, instead of waiting endlessly for everyone to have their wallet to head out to Walgreen's, these girls simply plopped their bottoms down on the hard carpet floor.
I too sat on this floor as I watched two others sit down on a bench. I craned my neck back in jealousy.
I don't remember much of the conversation we had that day - if there was even one. However I do remember we all shared a mutual feeling of fatigue and overall tiredness. But despite this, I kept finding myself continually plopping my bum down on the floor of the hallway right outside the Chemistry lab every day afterwards.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by a group of wonderful friends. A month later another member would join us (and later leave off to Seattle this year), and another few this year. But regardless of the people coming and going, the hallway of the Chemistry lab will always be our place.
When I graduate next year from Burke, I will certainly miss a lot of people and - not surprisingly - our place.
