So there I was, surrounded by a hundred people I never would have crossed paths with even if we had been in school at the same time. Women wearing rings that probably cost more than I make in a year. Guys in ATO t-shirts. The really rich, the really thin, the really gorgeous, everywhere. And then me, Little Miss None-of-the-Above. Without my protective cocoon of English honors classes or McTyeire or the guys of Tolman 3.
And I couldn't help but think I don't belong here.
And it reminds me of all the jokes my parents have made over the years about me getting switched at the hospital as a baby. Yeah, they're funny, and we all laugh, but there's always a little bit of an edge that I don't even know if they're conscious of: You're not like us.
I don't think I've ever really belonged anywhere.