Junior year is when everything changed. On the third day of school, my classmate Rebecca approached me after the final bell, and asked me if I would go to the first High School Bowl practice with her. There was no way. My friends would torment me to no end, and the cheer team would see me as even more of an outsider, but she wasn’t taking no for an answer. So I attended the first meeting on the promise of secrecy and if I hated it, I would never have to go back. I still remember that Thursday afternoon, because it was the most fun I’d had in a long time. For the first time, I could have the right answer and people admired me instead of resented me, I could click that buzzer, and nobody judged me for not fitting into the high school