I feel like a hermit crab
I poke out of my shell every now and then when the time feels right.
And then at least once a semester, I’m forced to come all the way out of y shell and give a room full of seagulls reasons not to eat me
Then I curl up back in my shell and relax because even though I think I’m talking to hungry seagulls, I’m really just talking to a room full of other crabs without shells.
Scott