I've Known Liz Crutcher Since the Sixth Grade

And we even had every class together until freshman year. But Liz and I have never really been close friends. I mean, we're friends, but if something happened, I wouldn't run crying to her, or vice versa, I'm sure. But we talk. In fact, I'd say I've talked enough to Liz this year--maybe even just these past months after the seating changed--to be able to think of a specific "true" color. And knowing Liz, I'm almost one hundred percent positive that she will hate it. But I really think she's purple. Liz Crutcher is just a purple type of person.

Purple is a color no one thinks of right away. I mean, it's definitely saturated, it's noticeable, and it's beautiful. But no one ever steps out of the box enough to consider purple--they stick with the angry red or the calming blue. Since I've met her, Liz has been able to step out and stay out of this box that traps so many of us. She's incredibly artistic (often depicting everything from cats to a bearded man to child labor in a few doodles) and has ideas about everything. I think a lot of people don't realize how funny Liz is, too, because she's quiet--not to be confused with closed--towards those who don't know her. But like I said before: she's there. And once she provokes someone's mental state enough to jump out of the box; once she rattles enough of someone's own philosophies and exercises their privilege to question and contemplate everything they see; slowly but surely, they will begin to take notice of the ideas and saturation and crazy purple coolness that is Liz.