Trow
The summer after I graduated I would get to be a foreign exchange student. To live in another country, with another family, in another life - the idea had haunted me throughout my somewhat alienated high school career. I was never the tallest, the most attractive, or the most charismatic boy in my grade, and I always dreamed of the chance to try things again somewhere else, if only for a year. Canada had been my first choice of places to go to, of all the nations in the world. I was...