To start from the beginning, let’s examine my name, and birth. In truth, I’m a December baby all the way, and dreadfully close to Christmas. Since it 's in close proximity to Christmas, I went home for the first time in a tiny, red stocking adorned with a miniature …show more content…
Such as putting a potato with spoons for ears in a bunny cage, or just walking into the library to take a picture of this ratty couch in the corner. It’s there for students to hang out and study, or work, or read, or do whatever. It has this fairly ugly floral pattern and, if it got covered in plastic wrap, it would’ve looked like something out of a stereotypical grandmothers house. Truth told, I never actually had much interaction with the couch itself. Sometimes, I would sit with my friends, or tell a partner to meet there to work on a project, but nothing too memorable. Despite this, there’s an inexplicable connection to that couch for me. It sits by the wall, seeing the students pass by, cataloging so many emotions and memories that it’s a library of feelings in it’s own right. Imagine how many emotionally distraught teenagers have sat there, wondering how they’re going to get over that now-ex or how they 're gonna pass that test. Imagine all the technological advances it’s seen, like Nokia phones evolving into smartphones. Every time I sit on this couch I feel a sense of belonging, and that’s something I didn’t know throughout elementary or even in junior high. I tend to think that couch was my first true welcome to