In highschool I was the typical jock who didn't really stray far from the gymnasium. I had found my adolescent niche, I was good at what I did and I was well-liked by my peers. Though it wasn't the highlight of my existence, I loved highschool. It was easy and fun. However, I have but one regret: why, oh why did I not mix sweat with solos - volleyball with vocal - deaks with dance - homeruns with harmony - jockism with jazz hands?!? Because I would have looked absolutely ridiculous, that's why. But I would have loved every minute of it! Just like I love every minute of watching my new favorite show, GLEE. Hurray for vicarious living...in the past. Did that make sense?
J
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