My publishing journey- March 18th 2018

Right now I am writing about my freshman year of high school. High school was an odd time and I am not sure how I feel about it. High school was not your average experience filled with friendship and parties and I wish that I got to experience that. I have to keep reminding myself that I was doing the best I could and that is all that mattered at the time. Now I am alone, now that I am out of school and I have to admit it is harder than I expected to find my place in this world.

I have no idea what I'm doing, whether it is the right thing to do or not. What I do know is I am meant to be a writer, that I know for sure. I am meant to write this book for those who are like me. For teachers to recognize how their teaching affects students in a good or bad way. Most importantly to hopefully open their eyes to reality of what is going on inside their classroom. For me it has been difficult to navigate a social life as an adult, especially when you are not a social outgoing person.

I have to trust that everything happens for a reason and friendships and romantic relationships will eventually follow. When you're in a state of transformation it is normal to have doubts and feelings of inadequacy, most importantly it is normal to change. I have a hard time with change, I am the type of girl who likes to have her life planned out by the second and obviously that is not realistic. Imagining a different high school experience is a waste of time but I do wonder if I tried harder or done better, if the aftermath would have turned out differently.

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