There were as many people in my Freshmen class as there were in my whole grade school, and I did not know what to do. Previously, outside of school, I tended to associate with people who dressed similar to myself, but now, knowing no one, when I looked around I did not know which clique was which, so I took a chance during my sixth period Honors English class. I decided to talk to a girl who sat in the front row of my class. When I got to know her, she was one of the friendliest people I had ever met, but she was not the type of person would have normally interacted with. Bailee was the type of preppy person that I used to avoid, always full of energy and smiling all the time. Before I met Bailee, I just assumed that all preppy people were phony, that they just put up an act to be popular, but I was wrong. My prior notions were further proved to be false on Bethlehem Catholic’s first casual day. To my surprise, most of the friends I had made over the past week were preppy, and unlike me, their wardrobes contained more than just black t-shirts. Furthermore, ironically, the friends that I chose previously by appearance, because I thought we would have a lot in common, we no longer