Many teenagers have different aspects to their high school experience. There were the popular kids, the nerdy kids, the emo kids, the gangsters, the jocks and even the ones who just seem normal. In my case, I was usually portrayed as a normal background student when I walked around campus, but that's not how my classmates, friends, and teachers saw me. They saw me in a different category. It's funny that the path I took wasn't what I expected. Before starting high school, let's start with a brief introduction to school life. Think of it as a prologue. What shaped me before freshman year. In kindergarten I started classes late and was the new student. Everyone already had friends and when we have free time, everyone does an activity and I was the only one who usually chose arts and crafts. This is an early stage of my antisocial behavior. Since elementary school, I have had more difficulty making friends or understanding the world. I had little interaction with the outside world, and the only ones that mattered were going to the store to buy toys and babysitting my mother's sisters if my grandmother worked. Even my toys were my only friends at that time, because I had no one to play with. When I went to first grade, I tried to face the other kids. I tried to act like them, to be their friend, I even tried to act like the cool kids on TV. The roles I ended up having were the class clown or the shy kid. From the first to the sixth, all I managed to do was make fun of myself and the rest saw me as more of a background character. I guess my only best friend there was a guy named Jeri, who I hang out with occasionally and our parents are on good terms with each other. After elementary school, I... middle of paper... .most teachers. I actually enjoyed my math class for once, my last position in JROTC was as an XO, which was like a substitute teacher position, and I also got my first medal and it was given to me by the sheriff from Reno. I passed all my classes, completed the HSPE, and was on my way to graduating. Here is my conclusion, or rather, the epilogue. My life at school was a lot like something out of a book or movie. I was the pathetic nobody that no one understood, until I became someone who had a great impact not only on myself, but on others as well. I didn't know what I was capable of, but when I walked on stage in my graduation robe, I knew I had reached the end of elementary school. Now I'm starting college and I'm still wondering what's next for me. It can end with smiles and bonds of friendship and love or it can end with sadness and devastation. Only time will tell.