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Early Preschool: I was bullied severely, to the point of physical injury and nervous breakdowns.
Late Preschool: somewhat respected by most people, at least I wasn't alone on the playground.
Grades K thru 2: bullied viciously by half the people in the class, hated recess with a passion.
Grades 3 thru 4: bullying intensified, but became isolated to just four or five people, also hated recess.
Grades 5 thru 6: severely bullied by the entire class, frequent punishments my parents for bad grades.
Grades 7 thru 8: also bullied, but by fewer people and not as severely, punished for bad grades.
Grades 9 thru 11: bullied fiercely by more than half the people in the school, feared for my safety.
Grade 12 in HS: bullying subsided to an extent, and some people started to actually respect me.
College 1st yr.: no bullying for the first time ever, even though I was extremely paranoid about it.
College 2nd yr.: no bullying, and I was no longer paranoid about it, became comfortable in classes.
College 3rd yr.: traumatic high school memories started to fade into nothingness, college was good.
College 4th yr.: high school was gone and forgotten, became good friends with some classmates.
Post-college: still good friends with the people I knew, met some new ones, and had my first girlfriend.

kindergarten through 2nd - a few friends, great teachers, a little bullying.
3rd grade - no friends, bad teacher, a little bullying by my peers but not older kids.
4rth grade - new school in anotehr state, few friends, no bullying, bad teacher.
5th grade - new school in a different city, few friends, bullying, naive teacher.
6th grade - bullying got BAD, bad teacher, no friends.
7th through 8th grades - mediocre teachers except for a couple of them, few friends, bullying from new set of kids in teh bigger school.
9th grade - 2 friends in a higher grade, bad teachers, some bullying.
10th - different school in a different state, ok teachers, some friends, some bullying
11th and 12th - different school in a different state, few friends, ok teachers, no bullying, some subtle ridicule.

i graduated and had no friends.

college as an adult(6 years ago) was great. but i have no friends from there either.

1st grade- Had 0 friends, and I was really happy. I did my rituals, and I drew a lot.
2nd- Got picked on for being different.
3rd-Was happy because I had the weirdest teacher. She loved spiders, and loved animals. And we got to go to the Monterey Bay Aquarium.
4th-Teacher was a b***h, and I got picked on.
5th-Had a mean teacher, but I had one friend, Cheyenne, so I was happy.
6th-Got picked on a lot for being quiet, but I had 2 friends.
7th-I was really happy, though I had 0 friends at school, I had many outside of school.
8th-I started to not care how other people thought of me, and I was really depressed at the time. But I didn't get picked on anymore.
9th-Had a few friends, but I was really sad so I tried to kill myself a few times, the third to last attempt sent me to a Psych Ward.
10th-Had lots of 'friends' but my sister told me they only liked me for how I looked. And the year isn't over yet, and I'm homeschooled right now, and I'm going to a new school 2 April.

Preschool and kindergarten: All the teachers thought I was a very
bright, very verbal kid with a great sense of humor, but my
interaction with other kids was mostly limited to parallel play or
observation of what they were doing. Occasionally I'd recruit other
kids to play parts in some elaborate scenario I'd imagined, but I was
so controlling and dictatorial about it that it wasn't really
interactive play.

Had several episodes of inappropriate behavior, but I'm not sure if
they were caused by me being upset/confused/overwhelmed or if I was
just seeking attention.

Was so physically uncoordinated that the PE teacher expressed concern
to others that I might break my neck trying to do a somersault.

School psychologist gave me an IQ test to see if I qualified for the
gifted program. Results were so bewildering (*much* higher Verbal
than Performance IQ, in particular) that they sent me to a neurologist
on suspicion that I had a brain lesion or something.

Grades 1-6: Was well behaved, and did well academically. Had a few
friends, but I had to know people for quite a while before I'd think
of them as friends. Interaction style switched from controlling to
passive, and I think my sense of humor largely disappeared at some
point in here.

Grade 7: Had no friends, and wasn't bothered by this. Developed some
anxiety and shyness. Was diagnosed (incorrectly) with depression.
Did occupational therapy for sensory integration and motor planning
issues for a few months, but quit because I thought it was pointless
(I knew I was awkward, and wasn't preoccupied with it) and the
appointments were cutting into time that I could have been spending on
my special interests.

Grade 8: Made one good friend.

Grades 9-12: Aside from the aforementioned one friend and one or two
semi-friends who I knew through him, I was entirely asocial. Was very
resentful that I had to spend 6.5 hours in school every day when I could
be doing something interesting, and thought it was unconscionable that
anyone expected me to do homework outside of those hours. Had a
terrible GPA, since I started strategically figuring out how much
homework I could blow off and still get minimally passing grades.

College: Never went. I knew I would have been miserable there.

During Jardin de Ninos, Primaria, Secundaria, Preparatoria and the 4 years of my first career and the 3 for the one I dropped... No friends in the classrom - many acquaintances and people that wanted to sit close to me during tests or be around me during the "team-works", but no friends. I was not bullied nor taunted, I was always regarded as a weird "thing" that you should be in good terms with, maybe because they thought I was the teacher's pet. Sometimes, my classmates would joke about me but never, but once, went into a serious thing; it would normally be something like "you that know-it-all and if not, you make-it-up... What is...?"

Normally called "Pequeno Larousse Ilustrado", a famous school dictionary in Mexico or during college "Enciclopedia Salvat" (or as one of the guys in the class made a breakthrough in the joke... "Enciclopedia Savant")

Used to talk a lot with some of the teachers; not all, though; since some of them thought that I was trying to prove them wrong, or that I was trying to make them feel below me because, frequently, my vocabulary would not reach a lot of people. I was (and still am) a purist of the language and a hardcore advocate that the language gives us most of expressions we need; and more often than not, if you say that there is no way to describe it, I would reply that maybe you don't know the words needed to express it.

Here are my experiences:
Grade 1 - First year ever in school as I lived in an area that didn't require kindergarten and my parents didn't send me. It was the first time I'd ever been around kids my own age. There was some bullying by one student in particular, but the teacher was able to stop it and he later moved to another state so I didn't have to deal with him anymore. Did well academically even though one of my two teachers said I didn't "live up to my full potential." Had one friend I got along well with.

Grade 2 - Same school but a different teacher who wasn't the same as the teachers from the previous year. This teacher said alot of things that made no sense, and often wouldn't help me. She also tried to separate me from my friend and in some cases, from the other kids as well. Parents complained and were promised things would change, but they didn't. Since I wasn't getting the help I needed, I was falling behind so my parents decided they had enough so they transferred me to another school.

Grade 2(new school) through 4 - An all boys school that was totally different environment from the previous school. Had very little trouble with bullying, although a few occasionally gave me trouble. For the most part, I was left alone, but did have a few friends. I was behind when I first got there, but my teacher helped me and I rose to near the top of the class. Did well in grades 3-4 there as well and learned alot, but my parents then decided for reasons I will never know, to transfer me out during the school year in 4th grade to another school.

Grade 4(new school) through 5 - The new school was a totally different environment from my previous schools. For one thing, I was attending the same school as my sister for the first time. This new school didn't have a recess in the middle of the day like my previous schools did, something I didn't like much. They also placed a heavy emphasis on boys being in sports which wasn't something I was interested in or good at when I tried. At my previous school, we had new textbooks while at this school, our textbooks were old and falling apart, and that was if we actually got a textbook. Most of my grades were OK, but I ended up being tormented by alot of the other kids because of my lack of sports ability. Myself and other non-athlete boys were often relegated to spending our afternoons cleaning up trash around the school. In addition, my sister would get her older friends to gang up on me with her and our parents couldn't stop her from doing it. My 4th grade teacher was OK, but my 5th grade teacher was just plain crazy. Fortunately, my parents got me and my sister out of there once 5th grade was over.

Grade 6 - My only year in Catholic school. Some of the kids accepted me, some did not, and some I couldn't tell. Grades were Ok except for English class, which I barely passed. There were a few similarities between the school my parents took me out of in 4th grade and this school, which made me begin to question their actions. Also during the previous summer, my parents had started forcing me into the swimming pool everyday when my sister went in, which also if this make sense, affected me in some way that spilled into my school experience. My parents also asked me if I wanted to have a swimming party for my class and I said no, and they went and did it anyway and I didn't. They didn't like the way the school's current leadership was running it, so they took me out and sent me to the same school my sister had transferred out of her Catholic school to.

Grade 7 - Transferred the same school my sister was in, again. This school had to be one of the worst I attended. Most of the kids in my class had been flunked out of kicked out of somewhere else, and were very poorly behaved. I didn't want to act like that so again, I was bullied. In addition, my sister got her friends and others to bully me as well and even though she never denied it, our parents wouldn't lift a finger against her. When I punched out a kid who was bullying me, I got punished at home as well as school. When my sister punched a kid at school, not only did she not get punished there, she bragged about it all over the house and our parents treated her like she did the right thing. When I asked why is it OK for her and wrong for me, I got yelled at for being a "smart ass." Most of my teachers were pretty bad there too except for one, who liked me but quit because she couldn't take the kids there. Fortunately again, we were taken out of there.

Grade 8 - My one year in public school, possibly the worst school year of them all. I did manage to make a couple of friends, but alot of kids tormented me day in and day out, and even called my house repeatedly to harass me. This one kid started making grunting noises at me because I had a deep voice, and alot of others followed suit. I then started getting tormented for other reasons and it was very hard. My parents were unsympathetic, telling to either ignore it or that it was my fault. My grades started slipping and for some reason they never really made clear, they decided to punish me for the whole summer which meant no radio, TV, music, or anything else. The only life I was to have is waiting around for my sister to tell me it was time to go swimming, an activity I didn't enjoy.

Grade 9 through 12 - Private school again away from my previous year tormentors. Everyone else in that school had gone to the same church private elementary schools together, so I was basically an outsider. Both students and school administration wanted me to go through a week of degrading hazing rituals, which I refused to do. As a result, I was shunned and tormented by alot of the students. The fact I didn't want to go to school dances, ball games, etc., didn't help me either. The harassment escalated to not only at school, but the family home was vandalized on several occasions. Grades were OK for the most part, except 11th grade chemistry which they let others drop but not me until my parents threatened to enroll me in a different school. I was basically stuck there since they couldn't enroll me in public school because my 8th grade tormentors were there, so it was basically a bluff. Prior to 11th grade, my parents actually considered returning me to the school I went to in grades 2-4, but chose not to for a reason I'm not quite sure of. I was so glad when high school was over.

College was OK. Grades were A's and B's mostly and there was absolutely no bullying or harassment, which was a great relief. Made a few friends, but not many. Even though I wasn't bullied, there many times I felt out of place there too. The academic aspects are OK, but the social ones are another story. In addition, there's so much bias in education these days, with grades being given out more arbitrarily as opposed to being based on work.

Preschool – never went.

Kindergarten – very quiet, except when someone spoke to me, then I was very opinionated and precocious. I don’t think I knew that I was supposed to socialize (school was for learning!) Hence, did not make any friends. I liked school and had an awesome report card, but was labeled as “shy” by my teacher.

Grades 1-2 – started noticing that the other kids played together, and that some had even started referring to each other as “best friends”. Vaguely wondered why I didn’t seem to have any friends. Started hoping that someone would be my friend, but didn’t make any moves. Still didn’t really speak unless spoken to, but my “opinionated and precocious” responses became shorter and shorter. Started being picked on by a couple of bullies. Still had awesome report cards, and still labeled as “shy”, but teachers also started noticing my daydreaming. Started liking school a little less.

Grades 3-6 – definitely aware that I had no friends. Became somewhat withdrawn and started burying my nose in books. Bullying increased, started being called “bookworm” (and much worse) by my peers. Sort of stuck with the other “nerds” by default during group projects and class outings, but they weren’t “friends”, per se. Daydreaming in class persisted, but I still managed to get very good grades.

Grades 7-9 – got my first friend in grade 7. She was the “bad news” type, but I was completely blind to it at the time. Still had no other friends. Noticed that other girls had boyfriends. Started wondering if there was something wrong with me. Started developing serious social phobia and self-esteem issues. Continued to hide behind books. Continued to be bullied. Now fully HATED school, still daydreamed in class, but – with the exception of math - still somehow managed to get good grades (perhaps thanks to my ability to memorize huge amounts of text short-term).

Grade 10 – above-mentioned “friend” started getting into smoking, drinking, drugs, shoplifting, and sex. Tried going to parties with her, but my severe social phobia and intense dislike for beer kept me from being successful even at this. Depression developed. Towards the end of the year, my “friend” suddenly turned on me, and even tried to beat me up outside my own house one day after school. Went back to being completely friendless.

Grade 11 – had one “sort-of” friend for a few months. Depression at all time low, zero self-esteem. Social phobia so severe I would turn red if someone even said my name. Started fantasizing about new life I’d have at university in a couple of years, and obsessively started researching schools.

Grade 12 – my sister (one year younger than me and also completely socially inept) and I started hanging out with a small group of girls in my grade, and I finally felt like I fit in somewhere. We were all classic “geeks” – avid readers, socially ret*d, above-average academic achievers. One of these girls is still my best friend to this day (11 years later). Depression and social phobia started to ease slightly, but still had horrible self-esteem. Still wished I had a boyfriend. Finally graduated and wished good riddance to bad rubbish. Wished that my friends would be coming to same university as me, but we all had different plans.

University – during first year I was determined not to be afraid of social situations. Tried making friends, but only managed to form casual bonds with (surprise) a few geek-types, and sort of hung around with people in my dormitory, but never developed any close friendships. Again wondered what the heck my problem was, and depression returned with a vengeance. I went home for the summer and rejoined my sister and grade 12 friends. Had a fantastic summer. Even started dating a guy that one of my friends had been hanging out with during the previous year (they weren’t interested in dating each other). My sister and one of the grade 12 friends applied to my university and got in, so I started 2nd year with two instant buddies. During the next couple of years, we made a few other friends, whom we are all still somewhat acquainted with today (we all live in different parts of the country now).

Post-university to present - my grade 12 friend moved to British Columbia a year after I graduated and eventually got married. I found another friend in an acquaintance from work, a “mother hen” figure who sort of took me under her wing and taught me a few basic social skills. During this time I broke up with above-mentioned boyfriend (we both had way too many emotional issues). My social phobia had lifted dramatically, but I still lacked basic conversational skills and therefore still had severe trouble forming any new relationships. Self-esteem was still in the toilet. A year and a half after my grade 12 friend moved to BC, I followed her (but remain in contact with “mother-hen” friend to this day). This was a catalyst for me, and for the first time I started to realize that if anyone wanted to be my friend, they would have to accept me for ME – quiet, somewhat antisocial nature and all – and developed self-esteem for the first time in my life. Six months later I met my now-husband. Like me, he was fairly quiet, and I could easily be myself with him. I became friends with his best friend’s wife, bringing close friend total to three. However, I STILL wonder why I always find it so hard to make other friends. It’s been over 5 years since I found my confidence, but at times it still slips a little.

March 2005 – finally diagnosed with ADD after I realized that the constant daydreaming that plagued me during school was still plaguing me well into adulthood. It explained many – but not all – of my lifelong quirks.

February 2007 – discovered Asperger’s syndrome, and suddenly all the pieces that didn’t fit ADD found a place to fall. Things that I thought were ADD are probably actually AS. Since there is no treatment, I won’t bother seeking a diagnosis. But it is helping to re-affirm my “if you don’t like me for ME, then tough sh*t” attitude, and I need that.

I'm in UK so the schooling periods don't mesh. I've used age to divide instead.

Nursery/kindergarten: I was there from the age of two. I don't remember much about it, except my mother told me "You didn't play with the other children, you read to them" in a tone of disgust Hyperlexia anyone?

I went through five different primary schools (4-11 years) due to bullying. In one school I was beaten by the headmaster for correcting a teacher. Nice thing to do to a kid of six. I was right, by the way The very worst time was a boarding school. Communal living without privacy: there was no escape any hour of the day or night. I remember the other kids in my dormitory used to work in shifts to prevent me from sleeping all night long. That's pretty organised bullying by any stretch of the imagination. I think my boarding school experience is the reason I'm so suspicious of people even today.

In secondary school (11-16) things settled down a bit for me, or at least I learned the trick of becoming invisible. The bullies mostly looked through me at this point, so I escaped and lived in my own little world, reading and writing for recreation.

Went to a sixth form college 16-18, probably my best schooling experience, I was totally invisible by that point and almost nobody spoke to me in the two years. I did make one friend for a while when I saw another student playing Pokemon on a Gameboy, and somehow got up the nerve to speak to him. We ended up "going out" for a while; unfortunately he was a Creepy Stalker type and I had to bar the door in the end. I can't win..!

University: three years. I was not happy. I remained invisible by choice, although intensely lonely; the few social events I did try did not end well.

Postgraduate: one year. Again, in this period I was invisible; one girl might have wanted to be my friend but I rebuffed her. I no longer trusted anyone. Dropped out a few weeks before the end of the course with no hope of completing it. Executive dysfunction is what prevented me from doing my dissertation. I'd always had a history of abysmal coursework and brilliant exam results, and there was no final exam on the Masters course. Six months later I discovered Aspergers and realised that if I'd known what was wrong with me I might have been able to get some help from the university by playing the disability card. Six months too late...


The friends I made in school were few, and I am no longer in contact with any of them.

Baby:learned to talk at freakishly early age, scared adults.

Preschool: had several friends, especially one boy, who was my "boyfriend"

Prekindergarten: Had a best friend who i did everything with.

Kindergarten: had several friends, but was thought of as weird.(I still had my pre-k friend)

first grade: had 3 best friends, all who were guys. I also had a female bestfriend. when we would color i'd copy what she was coloring. She also decided I was weird, put an invite to her bday party in everyone's cubby. she then took mine out, deciding that I wasn't invited. ( I did go though.I wanted to give her a snake in a box since she hated snakes.)

second grade: Much the same as first grade,except the above girl hated me. I also ahd a worst enemy with a strange name, who was a pathelogical(sp) liar.

3rd grade: made friends with a girl and her best friend, and a new girl. Felt horrible when new friends chose new girl over me, and obviously liked her better. I sucked my fingers at this age. One day the students were doing presentations, and the teacher was filming. I decided to hide my head in my hands and see what sucking at school would be like. it was caught on film, and I was mercilessly teased.

4th grade: Worst year of my life. Everyone decided they hated me. They didn't even want to touch me and called me horrible names. they would frequently shudder if I came near them. My brother decided he was going to tell one of my male friends I like liked him.i didn't though. so i told the friend from above. I remember saying "I have something to get off my chest." She had a grand time repeating word for word what I said to this guy in front of everyone in the line back from recess. Everyone laughed. they basically hated me. no one would come near me, touch me or anything. they felt I was disgusting. I frequently cried, and gained major depression weight. I also became friends with my worst enemy, foundout what lesbian meant when people called me it for holding her hand, freaked when she stole my stuff when I slept over her our, and watched her mom smack her for doing it. another friend I made also started being friends with another enemy. also, my hair got cut by the fore mentioned guys mother, into a horrible tiny little curly afro on top of my head. more laughter and torture ensued.

I've actually had a looot of experiences with friends becoming friends with people who hate me. not fun.

Fifth grade: my mom decided I would goto the school down the street. I was kinded worried. I new everyone at my old school hated me, but I wanted to finish my last year there. Any way, I remember the girl next door,on the phone saying "listen up chica, we got another one!" evidently, "another one"meant horribly girlygirl in the popular clique. My aunt was the special ed teacher there, so i figured I'd see her everyone in awhile. First thing I noticed, was that people were downright nasty to this one girl. I thought she was really nice, and quickly became her friend. I remember her saying proudly "i'm autistic!"and me thinking I was so smart, said "don't you mean artistic?" She had a TON of imaginary friends, who she wanted me to play with. it was lard to keep track of. The girl next door, had come over, shewing this gross spray gum, and told me I couldn't be friends with this girl, because she was "weird" I told her firmly that I'd be friends with who I wanted. I also became friends with two hispanic girls, who ditched me for the other hispanic girls (this is another theme) I was continually harassed for being friends with this girl.we also became friends with the new girl, who was from brazil,and could speak almost no english. I went through a ton of testing, and was diagnosed with AS.

6th grade: Summer before, my mom decided that she wanted to move me to this crap town. Me and my brother protested greatly, and they didn't care. I tried and tried to fit in. This one boy and his friend continually harassed me. I began thinking he was harassing me even when he wasn't.I ahd an extreme meltdown in the classroom. it was so horrible that everyone was forced to leave. I was once again, hated and belittled for this. lots of testing ensued. I also became friends with the girl i first sat with. I figured out later, that I was put next to her because I was the new girl, and this chick ahd no friends. the teacher said "I'm so gald she finally has friends. your perfect." She was creepy and weird. I became friends with a group of girls, who explained to me that she was creepy and weird. this girl really was creepy and weird. she freaked out when I wouldn't get my cookies for snack. this year was mega stressful. there were lots of catfights, especially with this one girl who thought she was better than me, and this other girl, who is now an outpatient in rehab. There was one girl, who I know was just friends with me because she pitied me. i also became friends with a girl who was from france who moved a lot, and at the end of the year a girl from pakistan who always wanted to hold my hand. I also got a crush on thisone guy.I was on the bus going to school, and I heard the bus driver say that there were two new kids. I hoped and hoped and hoped that one would be my age. (because my friends were mean to me and hated me) I saw hima dn immediatly decided he would be my friend. we got along ok until he accused me of having a crush on me. when i said no he decided he wanted nothing to do with me.

7th grade: became friends with a HUGE group of guys. felt much more comfortable there. french chick and creepy weird girl were also there. I guess most of the guys didn't even like me. I also would hang with the girls, who got a new girl, but mostly the guys. I also would go every snack and lunch up to the guy I liked's table.I would say in this highpitched loud voice HIII. he though I was a freak, and hated me. I basically did this until he moved in january of eighth grade.his one friend threw a sandwich at my head, and wound up going toa school for disturbed kids. he later became my friend. I also liked one of my other friends, but I didn't know it at that point. I wore an elmo shirt to school, and everyone called me elmo. They said that I was just a furry red monster like him (because my hair was huge, poofy, frizzy, and red) People continually made fun of me. one group of boys even went around taking my picture, and then cricled me calling me names and laughing while I was tuck in the middle. also one of my male friends who was older, decided he hated me. he came up to me said he was bi, and that I was stealing his crush. (Who is the guy I later realized I liked) he said sick sexual things to me, and ditched me.

8th grade: basically the same as 7th. teasing got worse. It got so bad that I broke down and only took one class a day at the school. I adopted a companion dog. I also became friends with a super quiet girl(who is now a b***h) and an extrmely smelly, freaky, guy who said he was either AS or HFA. I stopped being his friend when he declared that he wanted to be my friend forever and live in a mansion with me.

9th grade: I became super good friends with a girl with ADD and we started hanging out with my old friends. the girl group and the guy group became one whole group, and started pairing off into couples. I was frequently left alone, and never invited to anything. The ADD girl literally had more than one boyfriend a week and would ditch me often. Then this guy who claimed he was gay started touching people inappropriatly. he squeezed my breasts, and I told, and he got expelled. this one psycho, my MY ADD friend later became friends with. wouldfrequentlycome after me hurling abuse. I got tired my my ADD friends drama, especially after she went crying to some other chick, I became friends with that chick, and started hangng with her, and this one guy. then this other guy also became our friends.i also met this guy realized he was AS and became his friend. everything sucked. I gotreally angry when this dude started harassing ymy AS friend and I pushed him into a wall and started beating him with my super heavy purse while he cried like a baby.

10th: ADD girl got pregnant, and went to boarding school. met my old HFA friend and the quiet girl again in art class. the other girl got a boyfriend. it didn't last long. november we went to a charter homeschool. (me and the one girl)I hardly see my other friends. actually I see my one guy friend every once in awhile. This girl is annoying! She doesn't understand anything, and she thinks because I don't believe her religious views I'm stupid or something. she takes her religious talks too far! anyway.we do crap together, and I pretend she isn't annoying. everyone else ignores me, or acts like i'm not cool. another friend got mean, said he was committing suicide, and made death threats against us when we told the officer at his school(our old school.) Turns out he didn't even know my name.

Thats not even half of it. ( I didn't even mentioned the guy who lead me on, said lewd comments to me on myspace, and got angry when i said I wouldn't date him. he was laughing to all his friends behind my back. it was one, big, sick, JOKE!)

I can't bottle up the tension, stress depression, and drama. If I could I would. Now I feel super sad. I've had a crappy school life. I need some good friends who don't judge me.

sorry if it's so long. sorry if you didn't read it. at least it felt good to write it all out.

Hi Shades, I've just read your post. I don't know if I could have "survived" all that you went through, I have had some bad experiences in the past, but never like the things you mentioned.
You have gone through a lot of things, and I can assure you that you are so much stronger than many of us here

Tell us more about you, what are you good at? what do you like to do?

Um...I like English.I love to read. I LOVE photoshop, fantasy, fanfiction...dolls. especially super crepy dolls.


and I still have 2 more years left of highschool. /sigh

*** Elementary School ***

Kindergarten: did well, few friends

1st grade: did well, few friends

2nd grade: some emotional problems, did not do that well socially

3rd grade: did well, more friends than in previous grades

4th grade: some emotional problems, did not do that well socially

5th grade: did exceptionally well, more social that ever before up to that point

*** Middle School ***

6th grade: new setting, did not do too well

7th grade: better than 6th grade, had few friends--this is when girls started noticing me

8th grade: best year in junior high, had more friends than 6th or 7th grades

*** High School ***
9th grade: was an academic powerhouse, developing a cult following

10th grade: not quite as good as 9th grade, but not too terribly bad, either

11th grade: better than 10th grade, but not as good as 9th. Socially, this was my turning point because...I got my very first girlfriend during the 11th grade (the relationship lasted almost 2 years)

12th grade: wrapped up my public school days with a bang academically, receiving many academic honors. Had many friends (many of which I still have today--nearly 10 years after graduating from high school).

Tim