'Alright you guys,' he says. 'I know if I were you, I'd hate to be sitting in this room listening to the intricacies of the marketplace of the pop industry. Are you with me?'
Gigglemurmurshrug.
He sighs. 'Well. I believe it's time for your RHYTHM class. Everybody, get up!'
He prances over to the iPod dock and turns the volume knob; the machine produces the funkiest funk that ever did funk and he orders us to 'step and clap'.
'Step and clap! Step! Clap! Someone's not getting funky up the back, yeah I see you! STEP! CLAP!'
There is something about my new school that makes my heart burst with pride whenever I walk by it. It's not just any school, because it's somehow alive; I guess it has something to do with the electric creativity that drives the place and gives it meaning and direction. I like to watch everyone there with my wide first-year eyes. The dancers, draped subconsciously and inconceivably gracefully over the couches in the cafe, when everyone else sinks lamely between the cushions they perch like swallows. The drama kids, dressed in black not for trendiness as I always thought before I came here but to help them with their craft, to help them adopt someone else's life.
I've always loved school and never been bullied, or really unhappy with any teachers or without friends or anything. Even so, though, I've always been kind of strange - standing out like a sore thumb sometimes. I didn't mind it. But here, though, I just fit. And this school that seemed so frightening is helping me grow and shaping me in such wonderful ways already. I'm so small, SO small, in comparison to everything and everyone else here but somehow, I feel like the pieces of me fit in here nicely - like my big sister does, and like she always said that I would.
It may be the fuzziness of nostalgia that's making me feel this way, but I think I might have just come home.
(Radiohead are coming yeah! Here is a picture of Thom Yorke holding a cigarette to celebrate.)
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