The Social Opposite By: Clint W

The Social Opposite by: Clint W

Walking into a new room, seeing things you've never seen, what a sight right? Well I can think of a few reasons as to why some of the human race would reply "wrong." The fear that comes with the feeling of displacement, the squeamish nerves that some receive, and the mind. To be a witness to such a fear might be found amusing or you may wish to reach out and help this person feel as though they have belonging. The corner and the sideline were my preferred position when playing the game, so this feeling is nothing new to me. Though I have found over time there are techniques, that take time to fully understand, but they have helped me deal with the fear.

At a certain point in my life I had felt as if I had no real friends, and with this feeling came thoughts of disappointment and an installed fear for the rest of the world. While I was attending Scott High School as a freshman at the beginning of my high school career I had walked into a new realm. New teachers, new students, students of upper education from previous years, just multiple groupings of humanity infested the halls and rooms of this facility. I knew absolutely no one and the onset intimidation rushed through my body as the clock struck 7:45am to warn students that class was beginning. As this happened I took off as free as a bird to first period expecting the unexpected, and waiting for the first person to talk to me.

After my short journey through the halls I had arrived at my first period of the day, late and with my late slip in hand, I entered the classroom. To my eyes there were your casual students well dressed, interested in all that's going on, your jocks covered in that Scott eagle blue and white, hoping to pass any quiz given that will hold them from the next game, and your class clowns who always find a way to annoy the teacher, and turn the whole class upside down. Then there was me, the awkward one out with holes in his shoes and pants and shirts growing too small to be worn accompanied by a jacket over top, and the teacher standing in the front of the room awaiting me to take my seat so he could continue his lecture on a topic that no one will take with them when they leave. A silent rouge among them all as the day continues slipping into the cracks in the surface to find my way through to the next period.

It ended as swiftly as it started and once again the masses stand, and move to the next room stated on the daily agenda. With that I began my walk to the upper levels, and each person I passed on the way delivered a stare that only creatures of Amazonian descent were thought to deliver. Arriving I was greeted by a heavy wooden door and a thinner man, stout and full of vigor. I entered the room and took my seat. It didn't take me long to notice all of the strange looking objects hanging on the walls, a full hive, the head of a buck, and other dead

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