Questions like what would it be like to be back at my old school and what are my friends doing right now circled through my head on constant repeat. Sometimes, I would ask dad if I could go back to my old school. He would always tell me no and that I can do it. I just have to endure and keep my head up. As the months went by, classes began to get easier. I made a couple friends here and there and found some people to sit with. I really started to notice that I had overcome my obstacle in 10th grade. I felt a combination of happiness and joy as I looked back at the beginning of my high school life. Occasionally, Dad and I, will talk about the stories of my first couple weeks in high school. I still tell my friends of the memories and obstacle I beat. Most of the people I know would hate to go to a new school and make all new friends. It horrifies us to think that we are the “new guy” and it causes anxiety and worry. I think that this is one of the driving forces behind the