I’d made my high school years tough by hanging with the ”nerds” and the ”geeks.” Not that it wasn’t correct to call us that, it’s just that I didn’t like being singled out and called names.
But I had to admit it.’It’s true, it’s what I am.’
There wasn’t a lot of uniformity in our group. We were distinguished by our prickly concentrations on our selves. Writing, drama, classical music, cooking, and long-distance biking were among our loves. At first mine was nineteenth-century novels and role-playing from them, but in my senior year I discovered photography.
As a freshman, Click to read more