Tell us about your first day at something — school, work, as a parent, etc.

I am fascinated, not by the first day of school as that usually goes OK. We have our usual how do we find our way around who are my friends drama.

The part I found nerve-racking is finding your seat in the cafeteria. I even think about that at the first day of a job and other situations.

However, I remember an incident in eighth grade. That’s one of those ages where your behavior can go anywhere. I sat down with four people I didn’t know. Immediately they did not like me. They started giving me a hard time about what I was wearing, my hair while I was sitting there. I knew nothing about these people and they knew nothing about me.

I sat and ate my lunch quietly. Every day, the teasing became less and less, and after about a week they started engaging with me.

Against the run of play we became rather good friends. If I think back on it, we became close friends.

The following year and I chose not to sit at that table. We still remained friends.

This is no fable. If there is a lesson to be learned, I don’t know what it is. I probably should’ve told them to f-ck off.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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