Friday, July 22, 2011

Ant Attack

I have this coach that I really like. Even though I go to a high school, I was at my old middle school and he was there. There was a huge pile of ants, probably four feet tall in the center of a T-shaped intersection in the hall. Someone threw a football, and it landed in the ant pile, throwing ants all over me. They attacked me, and I was screaming at the top of my lungs and trying to knock them off of me. I got back up, and this coach came running. He had been attacked as well. Everyone was trying to help us out and someone brought a blanket over for us. You know how you get really cold if you're stung or bit really bad? We were both shivering, and we sat down in the hall away from the ants and I was crying. He got me in his arms and I remember feeling so good because he was there taking care of me. Everyone else seemed to disappear.

Good morning, dreamer.

It's possible that the visit to your old middle school awakened feelings of nostalgia. In a new school, it often seems as if we don't fit in, and that's what the ant hill reminds me of - the bustle in the hallways of a high school, and the stings of the cliques that reject us. In such a situation, it's only natural to seek the comfort and safety of the familiar. I would hazard a guess that you don't have the same bond with the coach(es) in high school.

Pleasant dreams,

Peregrin

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