Hollywood could not write this true story about my high school years, from 1999 to 2003. My poetic journey has all the cliches, an outsider coming in from a private school into a public high school, and I only knew one person, my cousin Andy. However, my freshman year was one of the best years of my life. Though I started as a nervous freshman, it took only one day to see that my freshman year was going to be one of the best years of my life. Unlike Hollywood, I was friends with the Homecoming Queen, my first Homecoming dance was with a senior girl, and I got to witness my football team making the playoffs for the first time in school history. I also write about Y2K, a fight at a dance, and how I didn't want my freshman year to end. Like another cliche, my Sophomore year was a sophomore slump, and I became jaded and didn't enjoy school. I missed my senior friends, and a lot of other changes occurred in the first week. Though I did have an awesome Homecoming dance, and other activities, my jadedness didn't go away, until I had a dream about my mom dying, that I finally had my jadedness lifted off me. My junior year, 9-11-01, was one of the first major events to occur, but I mostly write about my love of country music, and how 9-11-01 affected the rest of that year. Like another cliche, by my senior year, I had senioritis, ready to move on from the hallways down to Nashville Tennessee and become a songwriter.
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