Its okay, not to be okay

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I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like looking at all of the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day and how they are cope with having a three quizzes and a book report due on top of  that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And who wonder why....