I've woken up at 5 a.m. the past couple of mornings, but this morning, I gave up on trying to fall back to sleep. It's kind of hard to sleep when you're feeling all weepy. Why was I weepy? Because due to Facebook and the fact that I've found a few old friends/acquaintances from my Florida days, I ended up remembering some details of my 10th grade year.
Tenth grade was the year that I went to three different schools in two different states. I found out we were moving to North Carolina the day before I started 10th grade. I was miserable. I was starting at Evans High School the next day, which was a new school to me, but I knew people already from ninth grade (our last year of junior high before Orlando switched to the middle school program), and best of all, my best friend was going there, as well! We had both gone to private schools in the past, but were both going to be at Evans together finally, even though she was a year ahead of me.
I was in the gifted English class that year at Evans, and I remember the teacher taking one day out of class to let all of us voice any anxiety, misery, stress, etc. that we might be dealing with in any part of our life. This was inspired after one of her students had killed himself and no one had known he was dealing with so much unhappiness. We were a small class but there were a lot of stories that day. In one sense, it was great, because I realized that people who seemed so together were having troubles, too. On the other hand, though, I was soooo not able to talk about how unhappy I was. I cry easily, but I hate crying in public and I knew that I was bound to end up in tears. Plus, I just didn't feel capable of talking about all my fears about the upcoming move. So I lied and said my life was fine. Ha!
When we did eventually move, it seemed like all my worst fears were coming true. I hated the first school I ended up at in North Carolina. People were incredibly non-welcoming and at times, downright mean. It was looking to be a very long two and a half years if I was going to have to stay there.
Fortunately, we found a house (we'd been living in an apartment while we looked for a permanent place) in another school's district. It was my third school that year, but this time I didn't mind leaving the previous school. I figured the new place couldn't be any worse, but just may be slightly better. In fact, it was considerably better. I ended up being taken under the wing, so to speak, of a group of seniors who I met in my European history class. It was a senior-level class, but as it was the closest the school had to my previous world history courses, I got stuck in there. I still don't know what the rest of the tenth graders studied in terms of history that year.
I even ended up with my first serious boyfriend that year, although I freaked out a bit that summer and broke up with him for no reason. I still feel bad about it to this day. I think it was a case of when summer came, suddenly there was no more stress and pressure, at least, not like I'd been dealing with, and in a way, I guess I didn't want any reminders of that tough year. He was a reminder and a source of some stress, in the general sense of the stress of any relationship. I was notoriously bad about freaking out when a guy suddenly showed interest in me. I was such a weirdo!
So yeah, that was a rough year for me, and that summer even got a bit rough when I went back to Orlando to visit my best friend and things seemed different. It's all something that I haven't thought about in years, decades! Suddenly thinking about it at 5 a.m. probably isn't the best time to do it. It's too easy to start feeling sorry for your 15/16-year-old self. ;)
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