As someone who grew up in about the polar opposite culture, Worcester can be a daunting place. My first few weeks at Clark, I kept trying to meet peoples eye and say hello when I passed them on the street. Boy did I get some ugly looks for that. I learned fast. I don't want to sound like some naive clean-cut corn-eating well-mannered country girl. I've had more than my fair share of experiences living with more than 300 people, mostly teenagers, mostly girls, mostly just out of lock-up, or with pending cases hanging over their heads like anvils. Still, the closed up, mind your own business feel of this place surprises me again and again. That's the feeling I was trying to create when I saw these two girls, what, making flower necklaces? There is a security cam on the TV screen, and they are so cloistered in and unapproachable. It's ironic that they are making necklaces, with a set-up like that, it could be Meth. I took one picture, and the tiny noise of my camera made this girl who was pretty far away jerk around and look menacing, and then glare at me like id just killed her kid or something. Sheesh. I think I got that mean old Worcester feel right on.