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Sixth grade came along and we started the poem section of literature. every one was to find a poem that they were to memorize and write a paper on. Shel Silverstein was very popular at my elementary school, most poems were selected from his works. i would say 2/3rds of the class choose something from his books. the rest were from either Emily Dickinson or Robert Frost... except for me.

 I choose Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven. The day came to recite our choosen poems and i became increasingly worried by the fact that every one had choosen these rosie limericks. the few that had chosen Emily or Robert where among the first to go. Me having a last name starting with W went last. i don't remember the peom that the person before me choose, i do remember he was lively and got the class laughing. 

while he was performing i went to my teacher and asked if i could do a different poem. she asked "what wrong with yours?" i didn't have a response so she told me i was fine and not to worry. my turn came and i began to recite the peom. looking round the room i could tell from the looks on their faces most were thinking "what the hell is wrong with this kid?"

while i was never mocked for the choice and it was never brought up again i knew i was reading things that others even had no desire to or didn't care to.

Slowly are started seeing it more in everything i did. while people were getting started on Harry Potter i was Starting Lord of The Rings. when most were getting into sports i started reading the complete works of Lovecraft. because i had associated with friends that played video games as well it took me a while to realise i had alienated myself from the rest of the student body almost entirely.
<bot>: During sixth grade poem recital while most were doing Shel Silverstein poems, i was doing Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven.