What i learned at Anderson high school was that change isn't always impossible. I thought that , that kid in middle school would always be the kid that i was. The kind of kid that's always seen walking down the hallway with a paper in his hand and heading straight for the dean's office. I was an absolute definition of a troublemaker. I had to be the class clown, and a teacher’s worst nightmare. I secretly believed that, that's the only way i could even stand a chance at school. If i wasn’t the funniest in the room, i thought why even be here. The bad part of my behavior was not that it was out of control, it was that i felt like i could never change it. My behavior was destructive to other people,