I started High School but was shocked by how different it was from my Catholic school. Yeah it was difficult in ways but I didn’t feel that I had to worry about classmates bullying me. Most of the bullying I endured were from neighborhood kids outside of school and some teachers and people I trusted. At least in grade school I could just go about my business with little to worry about. High School which I had big dreams for…I wanted to be a cheerleader, I fell in love, wanted to learn, turned out to be a disaster. I was almost promptly bullied. I did go out for cheerleading, I did fall in love. I lost cheerleading when I couldn’t remember a routine after being sick the day is was taught and of course they choose that routine on the spot for me to do. I fell in love with a boy but couldn’t figure out what to do about it. I wanted to get closer to him but the guy in back of me wouldn’t change seats with me. I have always had the most romantic notions when it comes to love and thought very old fashioned. I wanted him to approach me and even though I think he knew I liked him and was kind and playful with me, he never really approached me. He was a football player and after being relentlessly bullied by a couple of kids and losing cheerleading, I quit. My first sesmester grades were so good I was going to be on the honor roll. My guidance counselor was so sympathetic to the fact that I was being bullied. I had a crush on him as well. One of the teachers thought me quitting was having a temper tantrum. I just wanted out. In 9th grade which I could have breezed through I quit. I was more vunerable there and unlike grade school the teachers didn’t seem to have any interest in teaching which was the only reason I went to school. I quit, stayed in my room or the library and my grandfather set me up with my first therapist.

• This reply was modified 7 years, 10 months ago by Lisa.
• This reply was modified 7 years, 10 months ago by Lisa.