The writing titled “The Oceans Between Us,” written Eugenia L, talks about school and cliques. Her writing left me feeling agreeable how lunch tables are based on who you know and what you are like. In this article she talks about how we all have our little groups and don’t leave from them like canaries on an island. She says, "I noticed that the tables and booths are like little islands where cliques segregate themselves." I relate to this at my school it's the same way; jocks sit with jocks; populars sit with populars; nerds sit with nerds. Not a lot of people branch off to other tables, and they all just stay where they are. In the ending paragraph, she said this quote which really sat with me: "While in some ways, teenagers seem like finches on the Galápagos islands, the analogy is false in that we have the choice to fly to other islands."