As I sit here and listen to the conversations taking place in the space around me, it makes me wonder: what goes through a person's mind?
Spencer: an intelligent, hyperactive, yet personable student is entertaining himself by alternating Coldplay songs, which he chooses to shamelessly sing in falsetto; I envy his carelessness and comfortability around others.
Lucas: across from Spencer, makes conversation between Geometry problems with those around him; he appears to be uncharictaristically quiet and reserved today, an odd change from his usually loud and projected demeanor; I am intrigued to understand the reasoning to this.
Lydia and Sarah: in the front of the room, discussing the criminal mistakes of modern clothing, the dos and don'ts to fashion; I can not bring myself to become interested in their drivel.
Andrew: behind Lydia and Sarah, spending his time spinning a quarter on his desk and mumbling half-formed sentences to himself; I find myself wondering what state the quarter is from, what the other halves of his sentences are.
Yet as I look around, I see no one doing as I do; observing, and intrigued. Why is it that I seem to always be the odd one out? Always watching and processing, never doing or interacting. By this point, I have moved from concerning myself with the dissection of others' thoughts to that of my own.
Because out of everyone, I understand myself the very least.