“It was during Algebra that I met new person #3 in my high school. I was staying pretty quiet, feeling unsure if I would fit in there, or who even cares about that as much as the unconscious question: Would I find even a few people that would really like me? REALLY accept me for who I was, and even for who I wasn’t? Most kids in this school were more well-to-do than in my last school, and I was feeling out of place. While the math teacher droned on, with her overly-dyed blonde hair, I subtly scanned the room. [ …read full story ]