Bonding With Rage When I was in grade 12, I was part of a group of students that went to Italy and Greece. When we arrived, we joined a group of grade 9 students from Kentucky. They were all much younger than us and despite where we were at the time, we all had very little in common. When this sort of thing happens, it makes all similarities that you do find that much more vivid in memory. In this particular case, I remember walking down a street late in the evening with one of the boys while we sang the entire length of a song by Rage Against The Machine. Every word perfectly in time with drum fills and solos exactly as they were on the album; an album that we'd both listened to countless times in our own city in our own country. This was what brought us together that night.  ¶ 7:54 AM