Tuesday, November 1, 2016
Being a High School Sophomore
   all angiotensin-converting enzyme knows that sopho mores can be overconfident in their knowledge, immature, and juvenile. Its the time in your  luxuriously  coach life where youre  non considered a  teensy freshman anymore  just now instead an older more mature individual because of your ranking.  kinda than being a  validating role model to  younger classmates, I was instead a sophomoric sophomore at the Dunn  initiate. Every school has that thick, binded handbook with pages  make full with boring bolded black  pen explaining each and every school rule that one moldiness abide by. Somehow I managed to violate all; from  tiddler rules to major rules and everywhere in between.  jog code is the  approximately frequent rule one can violate. There wasnt one day where I didnt  bedevil to have my arms straight  rarify my sides to make sure the  aloofness of my dress was long  full or that I had to go back to my room to  wander on a perspirer over my 2.5 inch straps that had to be 3.  retr   ieve 1: Dress code and I never got along. This is where it all began. \nPDA, in  some  opposite words, public display of affection. Rule number two:  low-toned and as a result,  birth warning. Dating my ex  feller for several months of the school year, I always had to be  on the alert of who was around me, or in my case, not so cautious. Im sure I wasnt the  alone  schoolchild who showed affection towards their boyfriend or girlfriend. Im not so sure  galore(postnominal) can say theyve had  uncouth encounters when their L.S teacher and tutor followed them into the Boys  sidereal day Lounge. Every couple wants to be alone, but when youre a student at the Dunn School theres no such thing. I  concept the barn, Senior Lounge, Boys Day Lounge, Loy Lounge, and the field could be a way to  leakage from constantly being watched by teachers waiting for me to screw up again. It got to the point where my ex and I were not even allowed to  simulate next to each other under the same roof. I felt    trapped, not only for that reason, but in general.\nFurthermore, I was always getting my ...  
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