It was the first day of seventh grade. I was young for my class, a seven-year home school veteran, and going into a small, private school where I would be in a class of only seven people who had already known each other for years. This was a recipe for disaster and I could feel the terror and nervousness taking over me as I walked into the classroom, five minutes late. Five minutes may not seem like much, but in five minutes I could have found a better desk to sit at or at least have had time to introduce myself to a few of my new classmates. Instead, I walked in -not even aware that I was late- to awkwardly stand there, in front of everyone, until the teacher helped me find a desk to sit at. I probably only stood there for a couple of seconds,
