Personal Essay: The Drainpipe

Part I of Essay
For a half hour, every school day, for a few months, I was really happy. A friend and I would go to the drainpipe, and we would sit, talk, eat our lunches, and listen to my walkman. It was the perfect place: It was quiet, beautiful, and it was full of peace. It didn't matte ....

Part II of Essay
.... just knowing that it had that power. Everyday, I would meet with a friend at the drain-pipe. That is until a teacher found us and told us that because we didn't have any adult supervision, we couldn't eat there anymore. It felt terrible. I wanted to stay there. I had always thought that adult supervision was outdated by the time we were this old. We had come to this place to get away from adults and all the other P.C. people in this world, and now we had to join them again. At lunch time, I wander now, using the tape player in any open ....