As I passed through the threshold my feet did not agree with my brain. My binder flew out of my hands as I toppled down. My book bag accompanied me, resulting in a loud thud. The gym rang with laughter. My only desire was to melt into the floor and become oblivious to people, school, everything. I felt heat rising off my skin while I peeled myself off of the gym floor, red-faced. The day seemed to drag on as I strode quickly from classroom to classroom. I avoided eye contact. I clutched my books. I did my work. Finally, after the longest day in history of school days, I went home. Days passed and people began joking about my mishap amongst each other, as well as with me. I would politely dismiss the subject and move along. I did my best to maintain quiet and reserved behind the walls of Ewing Middle School hoping soon the talk would surely pass over. Some weeks later I rode home from school with my head – typically – buried in my small phone. I heard distant, irrelevant voices on the radio buzzing about the latest gossip in the world of celebrities. The voices rang meaningless until I heard one name; Selena Gomez. My phone fell to my lap as I reached for the volume knob anxiously. The voices went on about Selena’s career as a young actress and musician and her history in the art world. They concluded their segment by announcing the debut of her new song: “Who
As I passed through the threshold my feet did not agree with my brain. My binder flew out of my hands as I toppled down. My book bag accompanied me, resulting in a loud thud. The gym rang with laughter. My only desire was to melt into the floor and become oblivious to people, school, everything. I felt heat rising off my skin while I peeled myself off of the gym floor, red-faced. The day seemed to drag on as I strode quickly from classroom to classroom. I avoided eye contact. I clutched my books. I did my work. Finally, after the longest day in history of school days, I went home. Days passed and people began joking about my mishap amongst each other, as well as with me. I would politely dismiss the subject and move along. I did my best to maintain quiet and reserved behind the walls of Ewing Middle School hoping soon the talk would surely pass over. Some weeks later I rode home from school with my head – typically – buried in my small phone. I heard distant, irrelevant voices on the radio buzzing about the latest gossip in the world of celebrities. The voices rang meaningless until I heard one name; Selena Gomez. My phone fell to my lap as I reached for the volume knob anxiously. The voices went on about Selena’s career as a young actress and musician and her history in the art world. They concluded their segment by announcing the debut of her new song: “Who