Blooming Freshman year started the same way my first year of middle school did. I was alone in a strange new world, and it was glorious; like escaping a black cave and finding your self on a white, frozen lake. Now all I needed to do was reach the shore without stepping on thin ice. Part of me promised myself I would stand up and face it and kick the universe's metaphysical ass. I wanted to be somebody triumphant, even though I didn't let anybody, not even my parents, know that about myself. It's harder for people to hit you where it hurts when you hide your soft spots. Sometimes you can't hide them. Sometimes, when they're written on your face, all
The Gift The first time I saw Sandra James wear the scarf was at the group interview. She wore it as a bright violet accent to a dark violet designer suit. Sandra looked to be the most sophisticated, professional woman there, and it worried me; I believed she would beat me out of the job. As it ended up, we were both hired in to the customer service department. I would see her wear the same scarf every day since then, and that pretentious purple thing got gaudier by the week.
Because we were hired at the same time, our cubicles were beside each other. Despite this, I spoke to her less often than many of my other coworkers. Most of us would gather a