Weeee!!!! No music history class today, it was cancelled XD Second time it was cancelled *_* Weeeeeeeee *_* Anyway, since I'm re-reading what happened to lani graver I'll post one of my favorite parts ^^ ::::
His grin looked irritated. "You're trying to stereotype me. Don't do that. I hate it."
"I am not." I'd had a public-school education. I knew better. "There's a difference between stereotyping and deciding where somebody fits in."
"What's the difference" It's all for the purpose of passing judgement."
"I wouldn't say that. It just helps you get to know somebody better." I thought of his weird wording in school that day. Not a girl. "It's easier to say what you're not like than what you're like. You're not like a lot of the guys around here, but you're not like a girl, either. You don't look like a grown-up. You don't act like a kid. You're definitely not a dork. But I couldn't see you running for class president somehow--" I stopped because I could sense annoyance rolling off him.
"I don't like being put in boxes. Boy, girl, dork, popular--those are boxes."
"Sorry. But..." I wanted to know something. "How old are you?"
"Age is a box."
I watched him, stumped. "Age is kind of important. If you were, like, twenty...I don't know how I'd feel about being your friend."
"What difference does ot make?"
I sighed as an annoying thought dawned on me. "Let me guess. You're one of those super geniuses who's got everything figured out all differently than the rest of us."
"Genius is a box."
"Okay..." I felt caught in some game--one I was losing. I thought of a question having to do with actions rather than labels, or his "boxes." "If you read Albert Einstein, would you understand him?"
"I've read Einstein. I understand him."
I didn't want to call him a liar, though I figured he had to be one. "What's a kid doing living on the streets and reading Einstein?"
"It happens." He shrugged easily. "There's no correlation between homeless ness and stupidity."
I supposed he was trying to tell me that I was using boxes again. I kept quiet.
"As for me and the library, that started in about fifth grade...whenever it is that boys need to look like boys, and girls like girls. I had to find hideouts where I could be in peace for awhile. The school playgrounds, the street corners, the places most people hang, are not really safe if you're too different from everybody else. The library was good. The dangerous kids won't show up there. Librarians are nice. They'll talk to you...and one librarian told me once. 'If you can understand human behavior, it can't hurt you nearly as much.' That just always stuck with me. Besdies, if you're a runaway, the seats are comfortable. I've spent days and days reading in libraries."
...and now I'll stop typing since if I don't, I might not stop Oo;;