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Sometimes friendships outlast a lifetime but sometimes they do not. Everyone goes
through a time in their life where they lose a friend due to differences in opinion,
character changes, or just because you do not seem to have the same spark you used to.
This happened to me my junior year of high school. I lost a group of friends and gained a
new respect for myself and others.
It was a hot day during the middle of April. I was going along my normal routine of
life, you know, just getting through each day. I would wake up, go to school, talk to my
friends during lunch, try to get good grades, and socialize as much as possible during the
weekend. I had decided that high school was the best thing for me, I had become more
confident, made a group of friends, and was involved in a lot of activities. A typical
weekend would consist of me and my friends Shaun, Elisa, Sandra, Reese, Rachael,
Krissy, and Brianna going out to Disneyland or hanging out at the mall. I had a lot of
confidence in my friends, we would always share secrets, hang out, do the normal
everyday stuff teens do.
Everyday I would sit through lunch, while all of the other kids would hurry
through the lunch lines with their backpacks full of bulky books, money in hand, and an
excitement to be able to spend this short amount if time with their friends, and I would
laugh at everything my friends would say. Thinking maybe this would get me the ticket I
needed to feel accepted by these friends of mine. One day during lunch, I realized my
friends were becoming toxic to my health. All they would ever do or say had to do with
something negative. For instance, they thought it was really funny to constantly torture at
least one person at our table a day. This would include making fun of their outfit/jewelry,
throw things at them, or just say rude things to them in general. At first it wasn’t so bad
but it escalated every single day.
Trying to fit in was always a task for me, I was shy, quiet, and not very popular. I
came to Mater Dei and thought all of this would change. New school, new start. I was
partly wrong, I could change but the truth was, people don’t always change for the better.
Maybe this was a naïve way of thinking but to me if I was accepted and had a set group of
people to rely on, I felt more important. My life for once was finally looking better. And
for a while I was really happy.
I was sitting at lunch, trying to get through another stressful day at school, when one
day a new tall and skinny, very expressive boy came to sit with my group during lunch,
his name was Reese Peter. At first we got along pretty well. We would joke around with
each other and go places. The whole reason he even came to sit with us at lunch was
because one of my girlfriends was in love with him. My first impression of him was he
was funny and a pretty nice guy but I wasn’t all that excited he was a new addition to my
idea of an already perfect group of friends.
Apparently my image of Reese would shortly be changing. He decided I was the
perfect target to go after. He would call me names, throw food at my face, push me
around, and do other things bullies usually do. Some days I felt cornered, my heart would
beat faster, my palms grew sweaty, and I realized these feelings were not something that I
need to be feeling while around a group of friends. To me this was a total shock, we were
in Catholic High School, we hear nothing but “do unto others as you would have them do
unto you,” day in and day out during religion class. So I would sit there and take it from
him, not resorting to violence. But after a while it gets to a person. So I decided to tell my
friend, Elisa, what was going on. To my luck, she understood my situation and we
decided to sit elsewhere. It was lucky for me that I only had to give up my friendship with
Reese and Sandra and for a short while I was not talking to anyone in my group, up until
recently.
Before this whole incident occurred, I was relatively happy to be with my group of
friends and had a good life. After this incident I felt betrayed, hurt, confused, and just
plain mad. In my defense I took my anger out by telling a teacher my problems. She
listened and helped me out a lot. After a week or two had passed I got up the courage to
tell him that what he had done to me was not ok. He hurt me and nothing he did or said
was going to affect me any longer. We were not in Junior High anymore and so I was
going to sit with my friends from track. This was the best thing that I could have done. I
gained life long friends who would never hurt me. We all go through rough patches and
we need friends to be there for us.
In losing one group of friends I gained a new respect for myself and a great new
outlook on life. Do not take everything with a grain of salt. Sometimes it is the bad
experiences in life that make you who you are. So live and learn from mistakes and do not
be afraid of change. Change is the only way to grow and in doing so, you will become an
amazing person.
through a time in their life where they lose a friend due to differences in opinion,
character changes, or just because you do not seem to have the same spark you used to.
This happened to me my junior year of high school. I lost a group of friends and gained a
new respect for myself and others.
It was a hot day during the middle of April. I was going along my normal routine of
life, you know, just getting through each day. I would wake up, go to school, talk to my
friends during lunch, try to get good grades, and socialize as much as possible during the
weekend. I had decided that high school was the best thing for me, I had become more
confident, made a group of friends, and was involved in a lot of activities. A typical
weekend would consist of me and my friends Shaun, Elisa, Sandra, Reese, Rachael,
Krissy, and Brianna going out to Disneyland or hanging out at the mall. I had a lot of
confidence in my friends, we would always share secrets, hang out, do the normal
everyday stuff teens do.
Everyday I would sit through lunch, while all of the other kids would hurry
through the lunch lines with their backpacks full of bulky books, money in hand, and an
excitement to be able to spend this short amount if time with their friends, and I would
laugh at everything my friends would say. Thinking maybe this would get me the ticket I
needed to feel accepted by these friends of mine. One day during lunch, I realized my
friends were becoming toxic to my health. All they would ever do or say had to do with
something negative. For instance, they thought it was really funny to constantly torture at
least one person at our table a day. This would include making fun of their outfit/jewelry,
throw things at them, or just say rude things to them in general. At first it wasn’t so bad
but it escalated every single day.
Trying to fit in was always a task for me, I was shy, quiet, and not very popular. I
came to Mater Dei and thought all of this would change. New school, new start. I was
partly wrong, I could change but the truth was, people don’t always change for the better.
Maybe this was a naïve way of thinking but to me if I was accepted and had a set group of
people to rely on, I felt more important. My life for once was finally looking better. And
for a while I was really happy.
I was sitting at lunch, trying to get through another stressful day at school, when one
day a new tall and skinny, very expressive boy came to sit with my group during lunch,
his name was Reese Peter. At first we got along pretty well. We would joke around with
each other and go places. The whole reason he even came to sit with us at lunch was
because one of my girlfriends was in love with him. My first impression of him was he
was funny and a pretty nice guy but I wasn’t all that excited he was a new addition to my
idea of an already perfect group of friends.
Apparently my image of Reese would shortly be changing. He decided I was the
perfect target to go after. He would call me names, throw food at my face, push me
around, and do other things bullies usually do. Some days I felt cornered, my heart would
beat faster, my palms grew sweaty, and I realized these feelings were not something that I
need to be feeling while around a group of friends. To me this was a total shock, we were
in Catholic High School, we hear nothing but “do unto others as you would have them do
unto you,” day in and day out during religion class. So I would sit there and take it from
him, not resorting to violence. But after a while it gets to a person. So I decided to tell my
friend, Elisa, what was going on. To my luck, she understood my situation and we
decided to sit elsewhere. It was lucky for me that I only had to give up my friendship with
Reese and Sandra and for a short while I was not talking to anyone in my group, up until
recently.
Before this whole incident occurred, I was relatively happy to be with my group of
friends and had a good life. After this incident I felt betrayed, hurt, confused, and just
plain mad. In my defense I took my anger out by telling a teacher my problems. She
listened and helped me out a lot. After a week or two had passed I got up the courage to
tell him that what he had done to me was not ok. He hurt me and nothing he did or said
was going to affect me any longer. We were not in Junior High anymore and so I was
going to sit with my friends from track. This was the best thing that I could have done. I
gained life long friends who would never hurt me. We all go through rough patches and
we need friends to be there for us.
In losing one group of friends I gained a new respect for myself and a great new
outlook on life. Do not take everything with a grain of salt. Sometimes it is the bad
experiences in life that make you who you are. So live and learn from mistakes and do not
be afraid of change. Change is the only way to grow and in doing so, you will become an
amazing person.