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As a freshman in high school, I was very outgoing. I was a great cheerleader, dancer, and I was very dramatic. The problem was that I wasn’t necessarily outgoing enough to perform fearlessly in front of a group of people. I had no problem whatsoever performing for cheer or dance, because the spectators were all strangers to me, except my trainers. So, when I perform for cheer or dance, I jus figure, “ Hey, I’m never gonna see these people again in my life! No biggie if I mess up!” Yet, in 9th grade, it was a whole other story. My first day as a “scrub” was going great; No bullies, problems, or even any homework! Also, surprisingly, I enough loved all my teachers. Yet, the day wasn’t completely over. At lunch, I hung out with my friends that I had made on the cheer squad. We talked about our classes, teachers, and of course all the cute boys we had seen around school. I told them that I was full of excitement and couldn’t wait until my 5th period Drama1 class. We joked around and imagined me becoming a famous actress, thanks to my drama classes. When the first bell rang, being that we were freshmen on our first day of school we darted to class, just to be extra sure that we weren’t in any danger of