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French is the language of love, for its fluent speaking and beautiful pronunciation and sway with words. While speaking French, you are suppose to seem more attractive and tempting, though Spanish seemed more romantic than French. Neither are romantic as, how can a language sound romantic? Each has its perks and cons, but it's what you say is what matters.

I've never been good with words, and to speak those words in another language, I'm even worse. Everyone chose French for it's "supposedly" the language of love. Mostly girls took the class to appear much more elegant than they ever will be, and the guys would only take it to be near the girls. You'd think girls would exceed at the love language, but they're very equal. I took French due to my parents decision, claiming that both would help with me advancing in French to have exceeding grades to satisfy college. There isn't any passion with my speaking, it's all butchered and poor grammar. James always said I sound very elegant when speaking French and that it's hypnotic, but if looking at the translate of my words, it's not pretty. During the beginning of the year, I would speak French to make myself feel nice and elegant, not knowing that I look more like an idiot.

Sophomore year seemed promising. Made lots of friends during freshmen year that seem really cool, and had a great best friend. My first boyfriend is a junior and treated me nicely. Schedule had given me classes with good friends in each class, so I wasn't going to be alone at all, and took two honors to reach into college's eye's.

Marching band made summer seem smaller and torturous. My skin six shades darker from all the exposure of sun over the three months of break, and a much more tone body from marching. Many didn't take marching band serious which is agitating as they'll never know the commitment that goes into just one section. Hours of practicing and memorizing and re-starting for such small details that we would never notice. Then having to wear the horrible uniforms that locks in all the sweat on your skin to stay, making more discomfort. Marching band kids complain the most because we put the most work than a lot of the other sports, and be offended because the truth always hurts.

I never stood out from the crowd, I wasn't popular or was I a loser. I'm a perfectly socially balanced, enough friends to not be a loser, but not too many to be popular. It's nice this way, all high schoolers dream of being popular, thinking that it's equivalent to being royalty, but it's not. Being popular is only being on top for four years, and most likely will never live to something good. Now not all popular kids are bad, there the popular kids who are down to earth and smart as hell, which seems to be the more common popular kid. Rich, down to earth, and incredibly smart. So not only does our earth evolve but the stereotype of popular kids do as well.

Everything of high school has changed, but it all comes down to the school. Here, the football players aren't anything cool as our team sucks and always loose. The cheerleaders still are bitchy, but aren't at the top of pyramid of popularity. The girls who are at the top wear pounds of make up and usually aren't part of any school activity and just easy to talk with. Boys will be boys and they haven't evolved far. All still act incredibly cocky that destroying their ego would be the most satisfying experience on the planet, but some have evolve into well respected men that are enjoyable. Doesn't matter where you come from, anyone can be popular as long as you're like-able and easy to talk to. Anyone can be, doesn't even require beauty to be popular.

I walked into the first class of the year, band. Since its the first day, the director didn't give us morning rehearsal, but will start on Wednesday. This year was going to be my ideal year where I break out of my shell with new confidence and be more of myself. First day of school is to show everyone I'm confident with my body by wearing a sleeveless shirt and some shorts. Walking through halls wasn't even difficult one bit. Things were looking amazing.