Freshman Year

Lets be honest, highschool seems like it is imperative to who we will become as adults. You study hard, you hang out with the right crowd, you follow the rules and you will be successful right?

I can’t remember what class it was, but I remember sitting there and wishing the day was over. Middle school was tough. I looked like a boy, I was made fun of and it sucked. I had my softball friends and that was it. Sitting in class one day I became friends with a cheerleader.

I started hanging out with the popular crowd and used my sense of humor to keep people laughing. I played volleyball, basketball and softball at this point and loved all three. Basketball wasn’t my strong suit, so I sat on the bench with the cheerleaders. We would talk and laugh about things going on in the game and overall had a good time.

Our highschool was connected to our 7th and 8th grade when I was there. My class of 2003 was the first real freshman class at Rosewood. We went from being the youngest as 7th graders, to be the youngest again as freshman. It was like in the movies back then and freshman got picked on.

I wasn’t picked on as much freshman year because I made friends with the popular kids, grew my hair out and had a popular brother. The popular girls wanted to hang out with me because my brother and his friends were the good looking kids in school. Looking back now I realize I didn’t have alot of friends. People always have an intent and most don’t geniunely like me unless they want something.

I breezed through 9th grade and felt like highschool was going to be great. I was in the popular crowd and I started dating a guy that alot of girls wanted to date. Was I popular or was it all in my head? I am not sure. I think we make things up to make ourselves feel better. Was I really ok? My journals I wrote say otherwise. Are you ok from your past?