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  • I slammed the car door and walked off enraged at what my mom had just said to me, “You’re going to that school and thats final!”. At that point I detested her and everything around me. High Tech High. What kind of name is that for a school, what would my friends think, how would I be able to spend time with them now? Then I got the idea, if I go in bad then maybe I can leave.
    Along came the first day of school and I acted negatively towards everything, the students, the teachers, the whole idea of being in this hell hole. I couldn’t believe that there were people that actually liked this place. Every smile that came my way disgusted me. A teacher later approached me and asked “So how’s the first day going?” to which I replied... well I can’t really tell you how I replied. First period came and I made a friend who felt completely the same way I did, yet somehow managed to accept the idea of being here.

    When the day finally ended I decided that if I looked at everything in a bad way then that’s how it would be. Making the best of it was the only way I saw through it. High Tech High. The change that I needed... And the name’s not so bad.
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