Freshman year /// Year one Two thousand eighteen started off okay I was getting to understand high school I wasn’t a nerves freshman anymore.I was just more worried about high school,I was done with it and didn’t want to go.I was now crying about how much I hated school and not so much of how I was nerves to go to school.I was always late to school trying to skip as many hours that I could.But I knew that it was only my first year and that if I kept the same mind set that I had then it would just get worse.semester two was the death of me.Every thing got worse my grades where slipping right out of my hands,that’s when I started getting actual stress.To make things worse I didn’t have good friends in any classes and all my friends had classes together.I felt so left out of my friend group,they would get together and do homework and I couldn’t relate,but that goes into a hole story that i will tell later..
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