duct tape
There is a boy in my class made out of duct tape. He comes to class with sandals made of duct tape, a Vietnamese-style hat made of duct tape, and a backpack made of duct tape.
He walks into class late, holding looseleaf piecs of paper, tripping in front of the entire class. The teacher gives him a frustrated look and keeps talking as if we're not all staring at the shiny grey boy who doesn't belong.
I feel bad for him, looking for friends and using a cool gimic to accomplish it. But no one in the class is interested in an adhesive friend. Maybe he'd like the superglue girl in my genetics class...
He walks into class late, holding looseleaf piecs of paper, tripping in front of the entire class. The teacher gives him a frustrated look and keeps talking as if we're not all staring at the shiny grey boy who doesn't belong.
I feel bad for him, looking for friends and using a cool gimic to accomplish it. But no one in the class is interested in an adhesive friend. Maybe he'd like the superglue girl in my genetics class...