Some were there to escape abusive parents, some were there because they were drug addicts, some were there simply because their parents wanted them gone—I could go on. All the same, their reasons for attending school clearly weren’t related to mine. This all culminated in making the adapting process more arduous than originally anticipated. My lack of understanding and experience with anything other than what had existed in my now popped bubble made it very uncomfortable interacting with these new people. Thus, my short, scrawny, and lost self was an easy target. I was made fun of for every inch of my body, for demeanor, for my religion, for how I acted—you name it and I probably heard it. But see, this is not what really pushed my buttons. No, the realization that I lacked the ability to fight back is what did it. I did not intimidate them, they did not respect me, and they would for sure not listen to me. My whole first year was a time of these types of realizations. If I broke a rule, I was going to be on my face. If I complained, no one cared. If I did not abide by the “underground” laws of the academy, then I would be
Some were there to escape abusive parents, some were there because they were drug addicts, some were there simply because their parents wanted them gone—I could go on. All the same, their reasons for attending school clearly weren’t related to mine. This all culminated in making the adapting process more arduous than originally anticipated. My lack of understanding and experience with anything other than what had existed in my now popped bubble made it very uncomfortable interacting with these new people. Thus, my short, scrawny, and lost self was an easy target. I was made fun of for every inch of my body, for demeanor, for my religion, for how I acted—you name it and I probably heard it. But see, this is not what really pushed my buttons. No, the realization that I lacked the ability to fight back is what did it. I did not intimidate them, they did not respect me, and they would for sure not listen to me. My whole first year was a time of these types of realizations. If I broke a rule, I was going to be on my face. If I complained, no one cared. If I did not abide by the “underground” laws of the academy, then I would be