I guess this blog post is based on the thirteen ways to look at a blackbird. I’m part of a club at Troy High, and there’s a person, let's call George. George is an interesting person. I really enjoy his presence. He’s always laughing and smiling and he never seems to be down. But maybe also because he reminds me of childhood joy. After going through high school, I think I've lost that joy. But other people in the club have a different perspective. Before I move on, I just want to clarify something. I don’t want to hate anybody mentioned in this blog post, that’s not my intent. I just want to make that clear. At the first competition of this season, one of my friends was talking to me about the freshman. Throughout the conversation they started making fun of the newly joined freshman in the team. George is a big fella and he does childish things. It’s easy to think of him as a strange guy. And I’ll admit, I used to see him in the hallways and before I got to know him, I reme...