Never does it cease to amuse me how people of this time and age fear conformity. I can never go anywhere without someone proclaiming they are different, unique. Even people on the internet frequently call themselves ‘weird’ and ‘blasted proud of it.’ I’m not like them.

I don’t declare that I think outside the box. I’m very comfortable in its confinements. I call the box my home, manipulate it to my advantages, but never do I repel from it. I’m the average, normal, nothing special girl. There is a part of me that is still green, a child. Another that is waiting for time to catch up to my age.

If you see me wandering around campus, I’ll be just another stranger’s face. I’d disappear into the throng and you wouldn’t even blink. I’m one of those many people you don’t know and will probably never know, but may often think about.

This isn’t a plea to be heard or to stick out from the rest on this Earth. It’s my life. It’s how things are. And I’ve learned to accept it.

Rhiannon