Today at leadership camp, my band director said something like this:
If you talk to those freshmen, they'll most likely be on cloud nine. You must realize that a lot of these students weren't popular in middle school. They might not have friends for all you know. So talk to them.
And for some reason that hit me pretty hard. It hurt, and I felt pity for those new kids.
But then I realized why I felt so bad.
Those kids were me at one time.
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A Letter To Someone Who Can't Be Special Anymore
Non-FictionJust some of my daily thoughts, feelings, and activities. You'll notice that I think more than I speak.
