I feel it all, I feel it all

I feel it all I feel it all

the wings are wide,

the wings are wide

Oh I'll be the one to break my heart

I'll end it thought you started it

Day 2 of Life Lessons with Mr. Guerrin:

"It's never straight, its always crooked-y.

...I guess thats just how life is."

I love history, not only because Mr. J gets a slight, whimsical smile that morphs into a generous, lopsided grin of unchecked, raw delight when talking about anything, from Squanto to religious persecution. Also because of the beautiful lighting that slants and melts into the faces of those near the window, illuminating a clear depth behind their eyes, washing out color, dilution drawing intensity.

I want to get close to each of you, but high school is so delicately composed, I cannot ruin our structure.