I tasted all that is sweet
But found nothing sweeter than your lips
I tasted all that is bitter
But none was more bitter than your absence
I carried both rocks and mountain
Found none bigger than my love for you
I'd travel the world in search of ros...
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Present
Anthropology of youth culture.
My one class that was not science-based. It was Compulsory for science students to take at least one non-science class for a more well-rounded experience.
I walked into my first class of this course, already jaded that I'd set myself up for failure. Either I'd relate to it too much or not enough. At least I had Rika by my side, although she was not speaking to me due to the small detail of my having slept in Damon's bed last night.
Sure, I'd seen plenty of youth culture in my short years. The Horsemen in high school and the hierarchy they dictated. The mob mentality of the hazing events on the basketball team and whatever went on down in the catacombs.
The way the guys schemed as much as the girls, and the way we'd all been mirrors of our parents in some way. The few leaders and the many followers and the only way you could be strong was if you weren't alone.
And then there was Devil's Night. The way much of our town looked the other way and let the youths have that one evening of mischief.
Youth culture in Thunder Bay was a snake pit. Tread lightly with no sudden movements or someone would strike. Unless you were one of the Horsemen, of course. Or in my case protected by the Horsemen.
But that didn't mean I really knew anything of youth culture, either. My hometown population was largely wealthy and well-connected. That wasn't the average. How much of a threat would you be without money connections, and daddy? Was the playing field more level without those perks?
My other experience had been in a Girls' home convent. Although the complexities of that culture still alluded me. I was young when I lived through it and reliving it often ended in panic attacks.
That's what I was trying to find out. Without my family name and their money, without my connections and their protection, what was I capable of?
I walked down the carpeted stairs into the auditorium, scanning the tan seats for a place to sit. Which was difficult.
The classroom was built for at least a hundred students in staggered seating like that of a movie theatre, and it was packed. When I registered for this class, I was told it was only offered once every two years, so it looked like a lot of people scooped it up when they could.
My eyes fell on a few empty seats scattered about, and then I stopped, seeing a brunette with long, silky hair dressed in a thin, beige cardigan. Stepping further down the steps, I glanced at her profile and stopped, recognizing her. Alex? Maybe. I couldn't remember exactly.
Rika hesitated, clutching the strap to my messenger bag. I could tell she didn't particularly want to sit with her. She probably thought Micheal had sex with her.
