Wow. Wow. Wow. I like it. Alot. Wow.

I've already told you how much I liked this. But I feel like saying it again; I REALLY LIKE THIS ESSAY. I can't believe you told me that if I actually got off my ** and wrote my essay, it would probably kick your essay's ** (not in those words, but you get the idea). Trashie, I loves you, you are an arteest, painting beautiful pictures in my empty head.

This is beautiful, I love the vivid images and how you portray the characters. It's surreal yet oddly realistic, and very insightful. Keep writing!

Hell, I'd let you into the community college of your choice any day, based on this fine essay.

Dude, I already told you how much I loved this one.

It's a Add Story To My Favorites Stories List worthy. :]

This has a marvelous amount of connection between the speaker and the spoken. The way that you've painted the surroundings adds to the mystical, nearly surreal scene that's created. I like the way that this progresses. It has a sincerity and honesty that draws the reader in. Well done.

Loved it, not just because of the use of the word "indigo".

This character's fascination with the unattainable doesn't seem fixated on the fact that she's unattainable, or at least you don't mention that, which I am grateful for. He seems to delight in and mourn the point he himself made, stating clearly that he and she are at opposite ends of the social, academic and financial spectra. And the simple but undeniable fact that they both feel unshakeably sure of their assumed concreteness of where and who they are, and that it will never change. Actually, he seems to imply that he will always remain where he is, in this horrible world of disgusting mundanity that he so vividly describes, but that she, on her easily-wavering pedestal, feels that she could simply leap into the infinite, but, in reality, could at any moment crash back down into his world, the universe of the finite, of the usual, of dreadful normalcy.

See? You's not da onleh one who can make pretteh wordsthuffs.