2nd grade in America, back from Korea and again lacking in language skills compared to my peers; I wanted to fit in. Every week a student in the class made a poster dedicated to him/herself, and tied to the poster’s bottom hung the implicitly obligatory row of candy bars, glistening against the ceiling’s fluorescent lighting, the students quietly anticipating the presenter’s conclusion so at long last the awaiting mob can rip the snickers off the poster and melt under its chocolate, sugary satisfaction.
Carried away with my love for over dramatizing everything to its very last detail.
Smh.
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