It’s a town filled with farms and the whole county goes to the same high school. Most people that lived close together know each other, yet the friendliness that is given and received is just a social norm that people felt like they had to follow. In reality, most were bitter and gossiped about how Steve did this, or Rachel didn’t show up to church. Simple, stupid things that in the long run mean nothing, however without these high school-like characteristics, they would find themselves lacking any real content to discus. Then there’s me, at four years of age I will start my first day at Pinebrook elementary school, a school surrounded by rows of corn as far as my eyes can see coming over the bridge towards the …show more content…
They didn’t listen to me much, but they did know how to lecture a troubled kid until tears rolled down his face. Anger management classes seemed to be the right idea, and I had no say in the decision. Months went by with anger management classes every week on Saturday in downtown Winston-Salem. The lady that was my anger management consular listened to me more than others had, but the advice she gave me ultimately told me to conform. Stop being an individual with problems and do your school is what she indirectly said. The isolated crop that is being tended to until it fits the requirements to be with the