Today in class we had to write one single sentence about our experience with a rock that was passed around. At first I couldn’t even think what to write about a simple rock, but when the rock got to me, I was no longer at a loss for words. In fact, I was having trouble fitting my thoughts into one sentence. From the surface, it was obvious that the rock was very old and had been through a lot. It was jagged and but still smooth and refined. Every edge, corner, and crack could tell a different story, and its wisdom was almost overwhelming. I couldn’t help but think that while it was so much older and more experienced than anyone else in the room, it seemed uncomfortable. Its natural beauty was out of place. The rock did not compliment the modern classroom but instead stood out.
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