He is not a genius, he is not pathologically shy, and he is not widely loathed. Rather, he is a little shy, a little marginal, and a good bit quirkier than his classmates. He does not necessarily read constantly, but when he reads—or listens to music, or skips school to go to a matinee by himself—it is with an outsider’s wistfulness, with a hopeful eye on the world beyond high school.I wasn't a cross-country runner but it was the only athletic activity I even fleetingly considered pursuing. Now I understand why.
This piece will hit very close to home for a few of you -- or rather, if I may be so bold, us.
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