Personal Narrative: Senior Year

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Senior year. Even looking back now at that very shy, awkward, not knowing how to keep a conversation going, and always feeling nervous girl I never thought that I would outgrow my shell as cliche as that sounds. I used to think everyone at high school was constantly staring at you always judging every little thing you did, but now I've realized that people are caught up in their own worlds to not even notice. People don't care about the clothes you wear, what your hair looked like, or what kind of advanced classes you're taking, I've realized that what people really care about is the person you portray and what kind of people you hang around. Freshman year I was just following the crowd I just wanted to be in a group with the "popular kids"
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