And I Think If You're Going To

It's A Scary Thing; Moving On. Part Of Me Wishes Life Were More Predictable And Part Of Me Is Excited That It's Not. I Think It's Impossible To Tell The Good Things From The Bad Things While They're Happening.

I Walk Outside And Scream At The Top Of My Lungs, And It Maybe Travels Two Blocks. A Whale Unleashes His Cry, And It Travels Hundreds Or Even Thousands Of Miles. Every Whale In The Ocean Will At One Time Or Another Run Into That Song. And I Figure Whales Probably Don't Edit. If They Think It, They Say It...whale Talk Is The Truth, And In A Very Short Period Of Time, If You're A Whale, You Know Exactly What It Is To Be You.

You Have To Be Careful Not To Use Anything Too Colloquial Or You Date The Book.

Something About The Joy And Pain Of That Moment, Something About The Excruciating Contrast, Made Me Feel That No Matter What Happens Now, My Life Has Been Worth It. What A Ride.

Being An Outsider Means Not Being Heard, Not Having A Voice. It Means Being Treated As A Second-class Citizen, Being Diminished In The Eyes Of Others. We Have All Felt This Way At One Time Or Another, But Some Feel It More Consistently. Unfortunately, Our Schools Often Do Not Embrace The Talents Of Many Of Their Occupants.