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Post by nic gregory on Feb 3, 2008 15:59:41 GMT -5
Pensam que não sabem nada
Que tu não pode amar
Dizem que é ver pra crer
E eu vou te explicar
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There was this funny system of labels at Hoffman. Sure every school had a system of who was in and who was out. Which clique was on top but which one did you really want to be a part of and who did you want to stay away from. Hoffman was just even more extreme about all these things. Some of the people you could tell right away which group they were a part of, and others you were shocked when they told you. Nic was still trying to imagine how all these people figured that they fit into their own little cliques. Some just didn't seem to fit in, like there was a sort of Barbie California girl, who was a photographer, but Nic didn't see it. She was also dating the resident drug addict or so Nic had heard so there must be more to her than a pretty face. Nic had plenty to say about everything, it was part of his personality. It had been instilled in him and he had kept it that way.
At Albers they were taught to speak there mind even if they got in trouble for it. Not at Albers of course but at other places that might not be as accepting to their ideas or thought process. Nic had certainly lived by it, these past few years. Hoffman was one of those places that Albers had been talking about. It wasn't that they weren't open to new ideas, it's just they had been stuck in their ways for so long that it was hard to understand a new concept for Nic's sculpting or when a musician got on stage and played his guitar with his teeth. Poor Hoffman, well that's what you got when it was started by a stage actor. Of all the groups that Nic had met the actors had been the touchiest about their profession. He understood though, they had it hard trying to make it either in England or America. It was either make it or break it for the actors.
Nic was glad to get out of Hoffman on a Friday afternoon. It was the perfect fall day, the ones like back in New York when the leaves were all turning yellow in Central Park. When you could finally drink hot chocolate without getting over heated. He had his off period as his last class of the day so he had gotten out before the rush of students, who wanted to go to Starbucks or to movies, and out to the clubs. He much preferred Hyde Park. It was very much like Central Park and Nic found himself strolling easily through it's pathways till he got to Speaker's Corner. No one was there momentarily which made him a bit disappointed he didn't only speak his mind but he liked to hear what other people had to say. He spotted an empty bench across the square where the corner was located and sat down, stuffing his hands into his black coat and dipping his chin so that it was tucked on his multicolored scarf, the last thing that his mom had sent him. I guess she did feel some remorse for sending Nic away from his beloved Albers to Hoffman just because her eldest son had died of a drug overdose.
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Post by valentine lindsay on Feb 3, 2008 16:04:04 GMT -5
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