It's been quite a while, and I apologize. Except I'm only apologizing to myself really, because I'm the only one who reads this thing.
Well, this past school year has been an adventure.
First term was nervously hopeful.
I had yearbook, and was excited to get involved with the school.
I had cross country, and was getting faster. And was planning to get even faster during winter track.
I had a job at the Hale Center Theater, that I loved nearly and dearly to my heart.
I seemed to have solid friendships.
I was looking forward to getting jaw surgery, and was prematurely expecting it to be over Christmas break!
I was in really good classes, and I felt fairly smart. I got good grades!
Second term, things fall apart.
Cross country ended, and I think my mental health went with it too. Life got kinda busy and overwhelming, so I ended up not really joining track.
I got into this bad mindset where I thought everyone hated me, so I cut off a lot of friendships.
Plus Christmas Carol at the Hale started, which was just death.
Third term, things get worse.
I wouldn't question it if someone told me I had a mental illness during this time period.
Everyone always says "Third term of your junior year is the hardest!" But I thought I could handle it.
Boy was I wrong.
Grades slipped.
Friendships worsened.
I felt bitter, resentful, angry, and anxious all the time.
However, I did go to Disneyland. TWICE. Once for a family trip, and once on choir tour. I believe that choir tour was the beginning of my getting better. And because of that, I owe my roommates my life. They gave me friendship, love, and acceptance. (And as cliché as that sounds, it da truth.)
AND, I actually started to enjoy English! Mr. Davis really praised me for my work, and he got my sense of humor! It was nice to have someone recognize my hard work.
AND some new friendships really started. (Table of 5's, The Never-Been-Kissed Club, The APUSH Family, leenabelmeeneemee)
Third term was basically one big break down.
Fourth term, still started out shaky.
I felt friendless, and insecure.
I saw a quote on Pinterest, that said "Junior Year is where you find your friends!" And I couldn't understand how that could be true, because I didn't have any friends.
But Prom happened, I started to kind of think I maybe had finally found a place in the school.
And as the weather warmed up, so did I.
By the end of the year, I still sometimes felt anxious about social interaction, but I girded up my loins, and forced myself to interact with people.
And I enjoyed myself more.
On the last day of school, I hung out with three different friend groups!
Sad thing is, that last week of school is when I really started to enjoy my junior year.
BUT, there's still senior year.
I think the lesson I have learned this year, is that no one is truly alone. There's always someone out there with their arms open. There's someone out there looking for a friend, and maybe the type of friend they're looking for is someone just like you! So never give up, never surrender! Things will always get better! (even when the orthodontist lies to you)
