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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[actingislife]

My mother actually wrote an article about falling through the cracks. Of course hers was anti-menditory public school but wasn't pro-private schools, either.

Haha, I watched my adult friends (clean) honeymoon video and the second day she had a pregancy test, lol. I'm sure most girls are probably that paranoid about that.

My feeling are (me, me, me... all the time!) that very few people need to see psychologist. If people just stepped back they could figure things out themselves.

[gemarina]

I've read about the falling through the cracks, having done a research paper on homeschooling two years ago, which is why it was amusing that my roommate would use the phrase (and even knew it.) I had only heard it applied in the homeschooling debate. It was actually sort of off topic to our debate, since I was talking about well funded public schools like the one I went to, where kids didn't fall through the cracks often, no matter how hard they tried.... I don't think I explain that to her. Too often I assume that what I'm thinking is what the other person is thinking.

I agree that if people step back they can figure things out but I think that from within the situation it is excruciatingly difficult to step back and look at things objectively. Because we are so me, me, me it's very difficult to look at yourself from the outside, to how you appear to others and to get a perspective different from your own.

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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