High School. You either had a good time, or you absolutely hated it. To me, the desire to fit in and feel a belonging was paramount as a freshman joining a sea of new faces and cliques, not to mention the unfamiliar territory I would be spending the next four years. Intimidation and fear were a couple of the emotions I experienced at first. But after some coarse tuning and a little faith, I was …
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…could hit a baseball. I was scared, and I struggled to make connections at first like most high school students. Overall I believe I employed motivation to participate, and to have my hands in as many buckets as possible with the ultimate goal to earn friendship and acceptance from anybody willing to notice. And in the end I feel that I adopted the nice guy, baseball playing choirboy identity. If there is such a thing.