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of going to my locker and left mishaps behind, somehow mishaps found me. One day, I was getting books out of my locker when a football player fell on me. I never played a single sport for the Southaven Chargers, but I suppose I took one for the team, regardless.

I cannot recall much from my junior year because it was almost normal. I began to shed a little of my shyness and actually began to enjoy school. I started looking a little better, so that helped. (Ah, to exist in a world of the superficial.) I began to receive more attention from the boys, but I pretty much turned them all down because I felt that their attraction to me was superficial and shallow; none of them knew me well enough to actually like me. In addition, I predicted that some guys only had one devious intention; so I nipped those overtures in the bud.

These actions only sealed my fate as a loner. I never had a boyfriend in high school; and one of my "friends" never let me forget it. She constantly tried to "fix me up," but I quickly informed her that I wasn't broken, so I didn't need to be "fixed up." Come to think of it, she really wasn't much of a friend. Once on Valentine's Day, she excitedly babbled about the things her boyfriend was doing for her in addition to the unwanted but flattering attention she conceitedly presumed she would be receiving from her alleged throng of secret admirers. She then quickly handed me a Winnie the Pooh Valentine and said, "Here. Now you'll have at least something for today," and of course, it was.

By the time I was a senior, prom came up. I went with a group of friends unescorted. Everyone else was paired off and I joined them as the odd number. We all went out to eat and I paid with Dad's credit card. At prom, I floated about like a butterfly, talking to all my acquaintances and taking pictures. When prom was over, I didn't leave with the group of friends I was with because they were going to be up to no good. Instead, I called my Dad from the bathroom to come pick me up when it was over. Just when I thought that I had outgrown being loser, I was seen waiting alone outside the civic center for my Dad to pick me up from prom. Wow.

One could definitely say that isolation, humiliation, and loneliness have been reoccurring themes throughout my troubled adolescence. However, all along, I have resolved to never purchase popularity at the price of my God-given character, the only thing I really had going for me. To me, being well-favored was never more desirable than being well-respected, and in that, I have no regrets. Oddly enough, for a high school loser, I gained so much more than I can ever give myself credit for. I thank God I survived.

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