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Cheers
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The final lo of my high school years. This one is (obviuosly) about Freshman year.
The journaling reads:
"Freshman year, I was finally entering high school. I remember the summer before taking a walk thinking about how things would finally go well for me at school in terms of friends. I figured that in high school my peers would be more mature than they were in middle school. I remember thinking that they’d be more open minded to things, and to people who were different than them. I imagined I’d make friends that would stay forever. I was in for a very unpleasant surprise.
The first day of freshman year a girl named Emily came up to me and asked, “Why don’t you have any friends?” That would be the way it was for four more years.
I did have friends: I met Kim and Trevor that year, along with Billy and James. But Kim would move, Trevor would stop talking to me, Billy would drop out and James would be come an annoying jerk.
Other friends that I had known in elementary school, but didn’t go to middle school with and was now in school with them again had changed and pretended that I didn’t exist. I wasn’t “cool,” I wasn’t “popular,” and the big thing was, I didn’t care. I didn’t want to be one of the prissy girls…I wanted to be myself. And I was. But this often meant being an outsider in every class every year."
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August 14, 2006
August 14, 2006
August 14, 2006