8th Grade is...Better!! − 24 August, 1993
When I started 8th grade I decided not to care what people thought. I didin't care if they didn't like my clothes, and I guess I started figuring out who I am.
And you will never believe what happened next...people liked me again! I think it was the week chick getting picked at to death. I realize that conjures up a horrible image, but it is true! People naturally single out the week ones.
Anyway, I worked through it. Boy do I get insecure sometimes. I wonder if it all stems back to this time period? Hmm... See I am learning about myself right now! This is the cheapest therapy to date!
