Kriselle

1.13.10
=== I walk into the classroom, and the smell of puke wafts into my nose. The smell of children. The roar of the vacuum cleaner grows louder and softer, becoming distant with the occasional crescendo. Like the roar of the ocean, the roars crash into a wall in the next room, jolting me from my thoughts. I hear the clanging of a chair, slowly fading with the hint of a ring. A janitor cleans up the leftov er mess of the vivacity of young children. He leaves the room almost spotless, cluttered by scraps and a writing freshmen, me. Those rough edges one gets after ripping paper out of a notebook are scattered across the ground, like leftover snow. Mrs. Hull would go crazy in here. === === I switch rooms, uncomfortable with the unnerving and possibly disdainful glances from the person trying to the clean the room, hindered by a live obstruction. I can tell immediately that the kids who are taught in this classroom are older; the desks are higher, the room is much cleaner and cleaner. Quite a contrast to the last room I visited. These children's eagerness and disobedience has been reigned in.. somewhat. ===
 * ===**We are not invisible.** ===

We believe we suffer alone.
===So many of us, preoccupied with our tribulations, we don't bother to look around. === === To see the beauty of the glorious concept of a purpose.  ===

===(going through editing when i have the chance. xP more advice. please. i can't remember.. don't be shy. you know you want to. address and bless or just one of them.) === ||


