By: Laurie Carson We sat waiting for our squeaky shoes to start the conversation so that we could join them-- find strength in their impertinence. But our shoes, so vocal in a silent classroom, refused to murmur--even an hello. Without their staccato voices, we couldn't even giggle-- there being no excuse-- and so we stared at fingernails pared down to unattractive nubs and wondered if the lack of topics was good enough a starting point as any stupid thing we couldn't think to say |