I have to admit, a part of myself was looking forward to starting high school. I had always looked up to my friends older brothers and sisters who went to our high school and I was hopeful that I would be just as successful. I went in with a positive attitude, not allowing my home life to interfere with whatever success may come my way.
I was curious but very nervous as I adjusted from a small middle school where I knew everyone to a school that was the size of an airport and meshing with kids of all ages. I really did feel like a small fish in a very large, very wealthy, pond. So with the stress of trying to adjust to my classes, and the hopes for making new friends, i retracted and tried to cling to what I knew and what was comfortable for me. The friends I tried to keep soon found other new friends and even though I was introduced, I never felt very included. Sports and extra curricular activities were never a strong suit for me since I never had the support or encouragement at home to do so. I tried to ignore the heartache from the break up of my first real "boyfriend" and seeing him at our high school's homecoming game that fall did not make matters any better. He was surrounded by other girls that I did not know and never would want to. He completely ignored me!
I knew, from that moment on, high school was going to be tougher than I ever imagined.
