her...and leave it at that. She loves to watch a football game in blue jeans and a fur coat. She has few friends but they are the kind of companions people should envy. You feel more tender and much closer to Ricky than to anyone else. There is something about her...you can't put your finger on it.

Concluding this channel of thought you are surprised. All your friends are either liked intensely or detested. There is no indifference felt. They excel in what they do. Still you are puzzled. All that you've gotten from your thinking is that you have a few bright friends...2 handful of earnest girls.

Why is it then that drab, plain-looking girls with average marks and commonplace personalities have a friend in every face? Are they of the same religion? Did they grow up together? Or is it because they like the same disc jockeys and the same type of boy? Analyze this then. You're 18 years old. You aren't fat and you aren't thin. You have blonde hair and blue eyes. You get average marks but when you really try you get excellent results. Your main interests are athletics and creative writing, both of which come naturally to you. You like the same dise jockeys and the same type of boy...athletes...that's interesting...athletics, too...you wonder.

You don't

Ono

A cortain clique rumors you are "queer." You study and knock yourself out to be a little better. know why, you just do. Maybe it's because you aren't shocked at the idea...maybe because you realize it's true. You didn't realize it before...that's all. of the girls in the clique is on the hockey team so in the next game you drive yourself hard to be the very best. You succeed...then you hear it. "Sho must be queer to bo ...Maybe...you really don't know.

so athletic."

But at 18 when you haven't many friends and people say you are "queer," you think and ponder life a little...bacause that's how you are. That's how people are at that curious and inquiring age.

You think, and as the days

go by, you review dense ideas and strange desires looking for the rung to grasp.

Then one day you find it. You moot a woman and you smile