9th grade: I didn't really spend much time with people, maybe the occasional art persons in my first art class... I was a shy person, trying to fit into a new school, half way through the year. I had several breakdowns, one in being that I had been walking up a certain set of steps to get to my sixth period class and started having a panic attack. I ended up having an accident because I couldn't ask the teacher if I could go to the bathroom, which made me unable to stand up. I remember mom having to come and pick me up, the week I wasn't at school afterwards, how scary it was to be dragged into the counselors office to be talked to about not attending. I had been taking art one, biology, health, Algebra one, English one, the first history class, and P.E.. P.E. was somewhat fun, even for a non athletic person like myself. We weren't really pushed to do anything beside walk, which saved me from being made to look or feel like a fool for not being able to just run like no ones business. One last thing I'll touch on is a 'Motto' I've been working on. "Fallen doesn't always mean sent to Hell." I have had this since I was young. It had not changed yet, by my freshmen year.

10th grade: I took Photojournalism, speech,...