<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Discover on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/discover/</link><description>Recent content in Discover on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 01 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/discover/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Suede Bomber Jacket</title><link>/stories/2019/06/01/the-suede-bomber-jacket/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/01/the-suede-bomber-jacket/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This story is an embellished story based loosely on true events, there was a real Jane.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;During the last three or 4 days of the school term school use to shut down and the teachers would organise “activity days” this would give the chance for students to mix with older and younger students and bond over a shared interest. This particular year I had chosen photography. I did not have many friends going through school and the ones I did have were all about sports, well that was not me! Don’t get me wrong, I did play sports, just not the popular ones, I was firmly in the middle ground. I did swim, played badminton and figure skated all at country level. It’s just the jock sports, football, rugby did nothing for me. I certainly was not going to spend these days playing either of them. That left me with the geeks who also like photography. I say I was in the middle ground because I got on with both sets of people, the geeks and the jocks, but was not part of their groups. I was sort of alienated slightly from each, I had the physic of a jock but the personality of a geek.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>