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In high school, even when you're walking down the hallway you're hyper-aware of everyone else around you. Everyone knows you and where you've come from and where (they think) you're going. At least that's how it was in my high school. I could have named every person in my graduating class; for most of them, I could tell you their friends and what sport they played; for several, I could rattle off future plans and what they liked to do. I've gotten used to people watching everything I do. Since I got here, I've realized something: nobody cares. When I walk from my dorm to Ping to work out, I pass countless people that are wrapped up in wherever they're headed. They don't care where I'm going or why or who I am. If you're reading this blog, chances are you already know me and care about me (i.e. my roommate, hey Erika) or you're in J101. The friends I've formed here are not based in the fact that I attend Ohio University; they are based in the fact that I am a journalism major, I live in Jeff hall, I'm from Plain City, and I'm living for Jesus. The friendships I've made here so far have the potential to grow deep because they're based in common interests.
But I still don't know the majority of the people that I pass walking around campus. As I was walking today, I started wondering about all the people around me. I'm a journalism major, so I'm naturally curious. For every person I passed, I started wondering who they were. What is his name? What makes her tick? What's the most important thing that's ever happened to him? Who does she want to become? I'm interested in knowing who people are and why. Everyone has a story, and everyone wants that story told. I want to hear them.
So tell me...what's your story?
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