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Going to school is a lot like watching TV. Click! Channel 2: first period. Click! Channel 4: second period, And so on, channel surfing through the day. Watching, glassy-eyed. The usual commercials blast at me: Go to school, Do your work, Follow the rules. Like most commercials, they're bullshit. It's quite possible, you know, To go through the school day Without saying a word to any teacher. No interactive TV here. Subjects, like shows, change all the time. Teachers, like fading soap stars, try to hang on. Some of them are permanently cancelled. ↗
I must endure, fighting the temptation simply to become slack-jawed like most of my school 'peers' (they wish!), who will themselves into a collective, vacant, trancelike state for the duration of each class. (Although I sometimes secretly envy their ability to empty their minds completely for a full fifty minutes, reanimating only at the sound of a bell, like Pavlov's dogs...) ↗
Haruna: I'm so envious. Assa knows so much more about you from when I hadn't met you. I want to be born into your family too! Yoh: I'd be troubled if you were my sister. Haruna: Um, about that... it's not that you don't like hanging around me, right? You'd be troubled because if we were siblings, we couldn't date each other, right? I guessed it, Yoh! Could this be progress? Yoh: I really shouldn't have said anything! ↗
Don't forget to give Neville our love!' Ginny told James as she hugged him. 'Mum! I can't give a professor love!' 'But you know Neville-' James rolled his eyes. 'Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love.... ↗
I’d stumbled upon the inner sanctuary of a woman who loved the world. Loved the faces of people she saw. Loved the way a hand looked when it was relaxed. Loved the way a woman looked when she touched her own face. The way a man looked when he opened himself to her. Loved the way wind changed a tree or a field or a child’s hair. The beauty of a neck meeting a shoulder. The softness of a smile that wasn’t forced. ↗
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I won’t forget it,” I said. “I hope you meet someone perfect one day.” “Ha…yeah, that’s just it. I think I already did.” As we opened our doors to step out, he touched my arm. “Just to be clear, if I, like, leaned over and whispered your name in your ear, still nothing? ↗
Let’s go to town,” Jo said. “Take me to eat dinner at the hotel.” I sucked in a breath and stared at her for a minute. Here she sat, her hair still wet although neatly braided, wearing an old Kiss sweatshirt, the one with the red mouth and tongue, red sweatpants, and ridiculous red pumps with black scuffs on the toes and heels. And she wanted me to take her to the Hotel Wyoming, where the rich tourists hung out. I smiled. Because it was possibly the greatest thing I’d ever heard. “Yeah, let’s go to the hotel. Grab your purse and I’ll find your coat. ↗
Thanet is having a moment,” I said, leaning forward so Quinn could see him. “What’s wrong, man?” Quinn said. “Were you not aware high school dances suck? That they always have sucked and they will continue sucking as long as the world turns? ↗
I went to the High School for Performing Arts, and to Howard University on a talent scholarship. ↗
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