my senior year in high school, i had a nervous mental meltdown, which i like to call an identity crisis.
I was seriously so unhappy and so confused and I wanted a change. I hated my classes, I hated my school and the cliques and the fake people. So during the first week of class, I had a genius idea that was sure to change my life around. Within 2 hours, I had decided to transfer from Timpanogos, to Mountain View, received permissions from both schools, registered for classes, and officially became a student at a new school. MY SENIOR YEAR. uhhh, what was I thinking? Talk about a spur of the moment decision.
The next day, I went to approximately 1.5 classes when I got sick to my stomach and realized I had made such a stupid decision. I missed those classes, and my clean school and my friends and the "fake" people who really weren't that fake and I had another nervous mental meltdown and walked right out of the middle of a class and called my mom crying. She told me I better buck up and deal with it because I had gotten myself into this mess and she wasn't getting me out of it. Well I went straight back to Timpanogos and begged and pleaded to come back. I think my exact words to the counselor were, "I did a really stupid thing," through many tears and sobs and she whisked me away right back to her office, expecting to hear a lot worse than what I had done. :) She went through my old schedule and figured out exactly what I was hating so much and she got me into classes that were already full, classes that taught things I actually enjoyed,
classes that turned out to be my favorite.
(creative writing, AP photography, psychology).
And guess what? It turns out my high school really wasn't that bad. The grass is always greener... unless it's at Mountain View. (ha... sorry all my bruin friends. i still love you.)
oh and don't worry. I was only at Mountain View for 2 hours.
But it was just long enough to get my school pictures taken and wind up in their yearbook.
Long story short: I'm in two yearbooks.