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Baby, baby, baby, ohhh, like baby, baby, baby, nooo...the words of Justin Bieber, sung by me, in front on a large number of peers, at a high school dance competition. I am a guy.
At the beginning of high school, like the rest of my life before, I would have rather died than do something so embarrassing. Aren't guys who like Justin Bieber "gay" or weird and who sings outside the shower? People might not like me if I did such a thing, and I would surely be judged, labeled and ridiculed. High school has taught me many things: how to integrate the cube root of x squared, who Godot might be, and how to read a Spanish novel, but how much high school has developed me as person is where I owe it most.
Until high school, I never had a girlfriend, I was apprehensive about meeting people or talking to adults, I was terrible at sports, but I really enjoyed staying inside playing video games-my refuge: a place where I could socialize with other people without anyone knowing what I looked like or even knowing my real name. I didn't have to live in a state of fear that someone might be watching or judging me unapprovingly.
Then came the first day at Fayetteville High School-a big, scary, foreign place to all sophomores, not just me! For once, I thought everyone was going to feel how I always did, I thought what an opportunity for me to feel like they normally do. It was a fresh start and I was going to be exactly who I was. Unfortunately, this is a lot easier in theory than in practice. There are all kinds of rumors and gossip that one must fight through in high school.
Sports, in particular football, provided me with a platform and an opportunity to develop my self-confidence, to develop as a person, and to overcome back-to-back seasons of adversity with a broken clavicle and then a third degree acromioclavicular joint separation (separated shoulder). From hardly ever seeing the field in junior high to playing on the varsity team as a sophomore, from being a person who avoided conversations to being elected team captain and speaking at assemblies in front of my large high school, football gave me a chance through hard work and determination to become a better person and a more well-rounded individual as I developed self-confidence. Additionally, working as a computer sales specialist at Best Buy has also helped me grow as a person. I truly care about the customers I help, and I am very honest with them and don't want them to buy something they don't really need. Being a good salesman, in short, is accomplished by being a good friend and developing trust. After a year and a half of work, I could sell a popsicle stick to a cat. Well, maybe. I can talk to anyone about anything. I am proud of who I am. It has taken me all of my three years here, but I would say with the utmost confidence that I am confident.
I was at that dance competition to cheer for our school's homecoming maid-of-honor, who happens to be who the school voted for me to escort as part of the homecoming court festivities, who is now my girlfriend. It's funny what self-confidence can do.
Baby, baby, baby, ohhh, like baby, baby, baby, nooo...the words of Justin Bieber, sung by me, in front on a large number of peers, at a high school dance competition. I am a guy.
At the beginning of high school, like the rest of my life before, I would have rather died than do something so embarrassing. Aren't guys who like Justin Bieber "gay" or weird and who sings outside the shower? People might not like me if I did such a thing, and I would surely be judged, labeled and ridiculed. High school has taught me many things: how to integrate the cube root of x squared, who Godot might be, and how to read a Spanish novel, but how much high school has developed me as person is where I owe it most.
Until high school, I never had a girlfriend, I was apprehensive about meeting people or talking to adults, I was terrible at sports, but I really enjoyed staying inside playing video games-my refuge: a place where I could socialize with other people without anyone knowing what I looked like or even knowing my real name. I didn't have to live in a state of fear that someone might be watching or judging me unapprovingly.
Then came the first day at Fayetteville High School-a big, scary, foreign place to all sophomores, not just me! For once, I thought everyone was going to feel how I always did, I thought what an opportunity for me to feel like they normally do. It was a fresh start and I was going to be exactly who I was. Unfortunately, this is a lot easier in theory than in practice. There are all kinds of rumors and gossip that one must fight through in high school.
Sports, in particular football, provided me with a platform and an opportunity to develop my self-confidence, to develop as a person, and to overcome back-to-back seasons of adversity with a broken clavicle and then a third degree acromioclavicular joint separation (separated shoulder). From hardly ever seeing the field in junior high to playing on the varsity team as a sophomore, from being a person who avoided conversations to being elected team captain and speaking at assemblies in front of my large high school, football gave me a chance through hard work and determination to become a better person and a more well-rounded individual as I developed self-confidence. Additionally, working as a computer sales specialist at Best Buy has also helped me grow as a person. I truly care about the customers I help, and I am very honest with them and don't want them to buy something they don't really need. Being a good salesman, in short, is accomplished by being a good friend and developing trust. After a year and a half of work, I could sell a popsicle stick to a cat. Well, maybe. I can talk to anyone about anything. I am proud of who I am. It has taken me all of my three years here, but I would say with the utmost confidence that I am confident.
I was at that dance competition to cheer for our school's homecoming maid-of-honor, who happens to be who the school voted for me to escort as part of the homecoming court festivities, who is now my girlfriend. It's funny what self-confidence can do.
