Have you ever heard the expression take it down a few pegs. Well, seniors at your school don't care that you were the "bosses" at your middle school. YOU ARE IN OUR JUNGLE NOW! You must obey our rules. Ok, maybe not that extreme, but you get the point. If there is one thing that gets us mad more than anything is the fact that freshman act like they rule everything. IT GETS REALLY ANNOYING AFTER A WHILE. Heads Up, some seniors will make Freshman Friday a real thing just so they can teach those kids who really rules the school. Remember what I told you in Chapter 1 saying that Freshman Friday isn't real; it will become real for freshman like that. It pays to be humble and caring. As my English teacher, Mrs. Cruz, use to tell me "have courage and be kind at all times"
On a personal note, during my senior year, I took a sociology class. It was full of freshman and sophomores. I wasn't too happy about it. The only thing that made it better was that my teacher had taught me the year before and I already knew him. With that being said, in comes a freshman girl that was assigned to be my partner. As a natural instinct, I automatically judged her because she was dressed as a cheerleader. I know better than to judge people just by their looks, but we all do it. We are all human.
After I realized what I had done I felt bad because she didn't talk during the entire class period. She just sat there next to me looking forward. In all honesty I'm not very approachable, especially if you saw me out in public. According to my friends, and I quote, "You are in a constant state of fury. Your madness shows on your face." In my defense I'm really nice. Unfortunately, it's true that I always look mad. I should really change that. A little piece of advice, don't be like me, just look and act friendly at all times.
When the class was over, the teacher called me over and told me: "The reason that I'm sitting Grace next to you is because I know you are a helpful person and you will look out for her. At that moment I realized that someone needed my help. I decided to approach her the next day and talk to her. At the end of the period we became good friends. I admit it I jumped to a conclusion when I saw her with her cheerleading uniform. Consequently, the same thing happened to her. When she saw me for the first time she was afraid of talking to me because 1) I was a senior, 2) she was afraid to talk to me, and 3) I looked scary and mad. After we had cleared the air we ended up becoming good friends. The lesson was well learned.
I hope this gives everyone an insight of how not to judge a book by its cover. Although you might see scary upper class-men, they might actually be nice. To be honest you might find some mean ones, but the great majority is really nice. Consider having a rich social life in high school. But keep your good grades too. It might seem unlikely but you will probably not know your friends from high school ten years after you graduate.
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