The chair had a problem though. While I could sit in it, drink coffee, talk on the phone, and do homework unaffected, I was the only one. For everyone else, it was the “crying chair.” Girls that had been frolicking through the hallway singing N’Sync (which was our One Direction) would see that my door was open and, upon entering and sitting down, would burst into tears. I would sit on my standard-issue desk chair and nod, sympathetically, while they poured out their hearts.
Social Connections
Life Teen Missions
- This is Haiti (T.I.H.) May 6, 2013 Paola Flores
- No Place Like Home April 30, 2013 Amanda Cassar
- The Beauty of the Church April 29, 2013 Chris Ackerman
- Celebrate Easter! April 9, 2013 Jessica Lenehan
- We MUST Serve the Poor April 8, 2013 Mark Bocinsky
