I really hated everything about being a teenager. I didn’t have anything that I really “fit in” to. I was constantly trying to be part of the popular crowd; I wasn’t “popular material”. I tried my hand at being a rebel and a druggie; but I didn’t want to break rules or try drugs. For a short time I dreamed of being a cheerleader; I had a lot of school spirit, but I wasn’t very graceful. I wasn’t smart enough to be a smart kid, or dumb enough to be a dumb kid. I just kind of floated through Jr. & Sr. High as a nobody. I had my friends, and we had fun, but I was always trying to fit myself into a little crevice that made me “Somebody”. In the 11th grade I was leaving my sociology class I accidentally bumped into one of the popular senior girls, I fell (remember, I’m not very graceful), and scattered my books and papers all over the floor ( I was anti-backpack in 11th grade, it wasn’t “cool”). The girl, in a very high school kind of way told me to “watch where I was going”. The Quar