I Was a Man Now. I Was Sorry I Had Come to School

All morning, i had been listless, more than simply tired from the night before. There was a dull ache in my sharp hip bones, a pain from whith i had battered myself against the man for his pleasure. The girls seemed happy and were unusually focused. They were making beaded bracelets for boys they fancied. I could see they had mad a mess of it, that they had misspelled several names. But what did it matter? They would lick at the names they didn't want to wear. It would all wash away. As i watched the girls, i thought about the crofter's son who wrote as though he were unworthy of an answer. His sadness