"I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like looking at all the students and wondering: who's had their heart broken that day and how their able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of all that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why."
Man. We have a swim meet tomorrow unless there's some extreme storm headed our way. I don't suppose I'm ready or not-so-ready. I'm mostly nervous I'll be a complete screw-up at it and fail my parents, friends, team, and myself- of course.