As a freshman, the statement that high school contained the best years of my life held no merit to me. I recall my freshman reputation presenting itself as one commonly found among the introverted crowd; unpopular, lonely, and scared of stepping a toe out of line. I felt trapped by dullness and repetition I’d brought upon myself. This instance rings itself as one of my most noticeable moments of high school purely for my stunted assimilation into high school culture; I avoided clubs, after-school plans, and any social events like the plague. I marked my days as only for academics, completely ignoring all the other opportunities high school laid within my reach. Fear of what the future held for me meant I reverted into a shell that I was yet to break out of, classes and
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One vital instance I recall is my introduction into a new group; friends of a friend, who came to me for a group project in their Spanish class. I hadn’t known them before, only vague faces in the crowds, but I realized I wasn’t as different as I imagined myself to be. We shared similar humor, experiences, and the same sense of isolationism in the beginning of high school. I had a new friend group, people I began to know and eventually trust. Something innate occurs when delving into a group of people just like yourself; you become bolder. I no longer felt terrified of something as small as raising my hand for answering a question in class, or fearing looking dumb in front of a small group of people. I found myself breaking out of my shell, reaching out with hungry hands for more hidden benefits I had never realized about social aspects of life. Social anxiety melted away with the steady assurance I had people to fall back on who enjoyed who I was. I found something new in myself then; something high school granted me that wasn’t purely
One vital instance I recall is my introduction into a new group; friends of a friend, who came to me for a group project in their Spanish class. I hadn’t known them before, only vague faces in the crowds, but I realized I wasn’t as different as I imagined myself to be. We shared similar humor, experiences, and the same sense of isolationism in the beginning of high school. I had a new friend group, people I began to know and eventually trust. Something innate occurs when delving into a group of people just like yourself; you become bolder. I no longer felt terrified of something as small as raising my hand for answering a question in class, or fearing looking dumb in front of a small group of people. I found myself breaking out of my shell, reaching out with hungry hands for more hidden benefits I had never realized about social aspects of life. Social anxiety melted away with the steady assurance I had people to fall back on who enjoyed who I was. I found something new in myself then; something high school granted me that wasn’t purely