An awkward smattering of applause followed, with Carl Rogers noticeably clapping harder than the rest. How many competitions have you joined? XXX Well? But it felt wrong too I didn’t know what to feel.”
“You were doing something that made you feel good, but it felt like you were doing something bad inside. Every time the school paper was published, which was a quarterly event, students would excitedly flip through its pages mostly for only one reason: to see if their names were on it. William didn’t seem predisposed to reply immediately. Then the things they see start to make them ask who they really are inside. For the sake of his mission, William had to suppress the urge to make a rude hand gesture. Shit, they’ll think I did it again…” Johnson muttered, swearing a bit more. Every time the school paper was published, which was a quarterly event, students would excitedly flip through its pages mostly for only one reason: to see if their names were
