First year: almost made enemies with this girl because I pushed her because she was talking shit about my best friend, and right in front of me. She forgave me a couple days later, though!
Second year: People kept spreading rumors that the aforementioned best friend and I were lesbians. My choir teacher asked her if it were true (we were getting ready to go to DC for a few days for a choir competition and the teacher didn't want to get in trouble for rooming us together) and she started crying. From then on, whenever I tried to hug her, she'd back off. Especially after I told her I was bi.
Third year: This was actually a pretty good year for me. I started participating in the theatre program (was in my first musical, which was Godspell. The guy who played Jesus was an atheist, too.
). The choir competition was held in Atlanta, which was a lot of fun except for the annoying redneck girls in my class(but of course, we were in the deep south. I should've known they'd get more annoying). To top it all off, I had some pretty high grades that year.
Fourth year: Pretty much the same as the last year, except no major choir trips out of town (not enough participants). Plus my grades were getting just a little rocky but I blame that on the senioritis. I also went on my first date, even I wasn't even interested in the guy (sounds more bitchy now than it did back then), I just wanted to be nice. And at the end of the year, I lost a friend after ranting on Facebook about how stupid it was to get offended at the word "goddammit". But I also gained a friend. My French teacher from that year, of all people.
In conclusion, looking back now, my high school years really weren't that bad. They could've been better, but not so much that they're worth looking back on and thinking about much better.
Second year: People kept spreading rumors that the aforementioned best friend and I were lesbians. My choir teacher asked her if it were true (we were getting ready to go to DC for a few days for a choir competition and the teacher didn't want to get in trouble for rooming us together) and she started crying. From then on, whenever I tried to hug her, she'd back off. Especially after I told her I was bi.
Third year: This was actually a pretty good year for me. I started participating in the theatre program (was in my first musical, which was Godspell. The guy who played Jesus was an atheist, too.
). The choir competition was held in Atlanta, which was a lot of fun except for the annoying redneck girls in my class(but of course, we were in the deep south. I should've known they'd get more annoying). To top it all off, I had some pretty high grades that year.Fourth year: Pretty much the same as the last year, except no major choir trips out of town (not enough participants). Plus my grades were getting just a little rocky but I blame that on the senioritis. I also went on my first date, even I wasn't even interested in the guy (sounds more bitchy now than it did back then), I just wanted to be nice. And at the end of the year, I lost a friend after ranting on Facebook about how stupid it was to get offended at the word "goddammit". But I also gained a friend. My French teacher from that year, of all people.
In conclusion, looking back now, my high school years really weren't that bad. They could've been better, but not so much that they're worth looking back on and thinking about much better.
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