noncon's Blurty

Maturity.

Today in AP US History, we got into small groups and read the short essays we wrote dealing with the Articles of Confederation. Janay, a girl I knew in ninth grade, said when I joined her group that she liked how I've changed; she said that I'd matured so much from ninth grade. I wonder if her idea of what maturity is has something to do with friendliness? Admittedly, I wasn't the most social girl in ninth grade. In fact, I was downright antisocial; I was mean, I resented people who tried to get me to rejoin the human race (so to speak, haha). People learned not to speak to me, but I resented them for that, too. One day in gym, after I made the mistake of calling one of the black girls in my class a "bitch" (she really was, too), all of them ganged up on me and set me straight. :) I think it was then that I that I first wished I could disappear.

Anyway, Ionna (I went to middle school with her) loudly seconded Janay's observation, pointing to how I'd behaved in middle school. I've already discussed that, I think, so I don't think I need to get into my odd social habits at Seventy-First Classical. But I don't need to think about that now! I'm different, I'm extroverted, I'm better!

I'm cold...

I'm in the top ten percent of my class, at the very least. Today I was invited to join the Academy of Scholars program, along with twenty-four other students. Only ten will get chosen, along with two alternates -- no chance, right? NO!

I will be the best.

And I'll blow their minds away.

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