Follow The Leader
Let us start by painting the proper picture. You're in elementary school and it is time to get ready for playground... Or lunch... Or music class... Or any of the other classes we used to go to back then. As you straighten your papers, and put your pens and pencils into your desk, you look to the chalkboard and realize that you are the chosen one... It is your turn to lead the class down the hallway and you are mortified. It's not that you don't know where you are going...it's simply the responsibility of having to walk down the entire hallway with everyone following you that makes you uncomfortable. What will they say? What conversations are your classmates having behind you? What if there is something on your back that you can't see? So many questions, yet one question runs through your head more than any other... Why can't I just follow behind someone else? Maybe this particular feeling is one that only I felt, but I think the underlyi...