" Today the girl who sits next to me in our 8 AM history class walked in with naked feet. I don't know what her reasoning was, but i liked that she was making a statement of some sort.
She intrigues me. She holds her hair back with a pink breast cancer headband.
Sometimes she brings food into class; her idea of breakfast is a bag of sliced cucumbers and an organic nectarine. While the professor lectures, she hides an issue of The Week beneath her notebook, periodically coughing to smother her giggles. I see her on campus, sitting on the generally-vacant wooden benches, watching people pass in the same distant, pleasant way one watches a feel-good film.
She doesn't exactly keep her distance from the rest of society, but she doesn't seem to rely on it and she doesn't seem to need to get involved either. "