Part one of term paper
For a half hour, every school day, for a few months, I was really happy. A friend and I would go to the drainpipe, and we would sit, talk, eat our lunches, and listen to my walkman. It was the perfect place: It was quiet, beautiful, and it was full of peace. It didn't matter whether it was cold or hot, somehow you didn't feel anything sitting ...

Part two of term paper
... surrounding us. Then again, it could just been the freedom of knowing that we were listening to the walkman that was banned from school, and we weren't getting caught. What ever it was, it doesn't matter because analyzing something takes away the feeling it gives when you think about it. It was just a great place, and it made me happy, and I don't know why. That makes it better in a way, just knowing that it had that power. Everyday, I would meet with a friend at the drain-pipe. That is until ...