I'm in denial of it being finals week at this point...

[gemarina]

My roommate and I just tried to debate private versus public high schools, but of course our biases got in the way. She seems to think that the self-confident air that private school boys develop is worth the thousands of dollars in tuition. (Which really means she finds it easier to like boys with the same background as her own.) She also told me

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[conjureone]

I fell through the cracks. It was dark at first but suddenly the divide parted and the blackness in between spread itself so thin that it was like paper, too weak to hold me as I plummeted downward. And beyond the paper there was an expanse of purple universe full of feelings that float around like orbs, attracted to and repulsed by each other in an eternal dance. Like fireflies. And I touched so many of them as I fell that eventually I grew exhausted from feeling so much, and the exponentially incresing gravity became so intense that it solidified and formed a cradle that slowly caught me and swung me back around gently into a massive room with large windows through which I could see scenes from my life and others'. Understabily confused, I picked up a rock and threw it at one of the windows. It broke into billions of pieces and rained down upon me, but instead of being sharp and slicing me to death, it was hardly more than rain. And in each little drop of water I felt myself growing, like Alice when she eats the mushroom. Not only that, but through the broken window I could see the characters of that particular scene escaping. They all rushed out and grabbed me and carried me off back into reality. And because of my astonishing ability to see such things, I was able to see that everyone there was surrounded by those little orbs of emotions and collectively attracted and repulsed each other in a bizarre dance of courtship. Only, in reality, the rules of attraction and repulsion were mingled and confused. But when I tried to tell people how absurd their lives were no one would listen to me. Instead *I* was the odd one. *I* was the one who "fell through the cracks". So now I homeschool and I have to see my psychologist twice a week.