I'm working a summer at Idyllwild. The people there are shallow and boring and I think, "I'm not coming back."
It's 8th grade, the day I've come back from my winter trip to France. I walk up to my locker, worried that I won't remember my locker combination, but it comes to me, and I successfully open it and start transferring things out of my bag. In class, the teacher remarks as to how the people at Christ's birth were Christians. I say that there were no Christians in the year 0 A.D., and everyone laughs and the teacher concedes my point--she meant they were Jews. Of course. School continues as we go on to tour around and do homestays in random places.
