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  • It was strange to be in a high school general ed classroom. I didn't remember it being so... loud. I was surrounded by some very familiar faces. People whom I hadn't talked to since middle school, and this was my senior year. But knowing that I had met and connected with so many other people outside of this one classroom, the big space, didn't quiet disturb me. I had been through so much crap the last several years, and I was not, for a mere second, want to let my anxiety overwhelm me. I was now smart enough to know that my worries, were nothing but fiction. In reality my peers don't always have there eyes on me, judging every particular movement I make. These students, I knew, had better things to do then to criticize others. There was no need for me to have so much fear for participating, or merely walking in to the classroom. I wouldn't let myself hide myself. I was going to show them, everyone, how amazing and intelligent I truly am.
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