A ConfessionI sit now on the edge of my bed, staring outside at the roaring wind and pouring rain. My room is dark, as it is a cloudy day and I am cold, but the cold is a distant feeling, because so much of my mind is simply not paying attention to it. In my hand I clutch a small silver and purple hair clip. It's an ordinary item but often when I walk into my room I will pick it up and just hold it for a minute, sometimes I'll even smell it or just stare at it, trying to catch a glimpse or the scent of a person that seems to have been gone for an eternity.A Confession
"How long has it been?" I ask myself, and I count the days, and the weeks. Five weeks, holy
Why I want to be a ParatrooperSometimes I wonder how people end up with the jobs they get. Think of all the jobs you hear of. Do you think that the superintendent of your school woke up one morning when he was twelve years old and saidWhy I want to be a Paratrooper
"I think I'll be a superintendent of schools when I grow up! Whoopeee!!!" I would think of course not. Sometimes I look at the principal of our school or at the superintendent and I wonder what he was like when he was my age. He must have gone through everything I did. He was once tormented by the upper classmen and overcame it. He was once just a young boy who wanted to be an astronaut or pilot or
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