How do I say this less awkwardly?
I can pretty much say that the first semester of high school was not as glamorous as I thought it would be. One back stab, attempted suicide, and suspension later; here I am on the brink of my extinction. It’s semester two of my freshman year. Half way done! My English teacher is amazing! He’s a ginger too which makes my day because it’s such a pretty hair color. He’s gay and his classroom is tastefully decorated. And when I thought my year would get worse. It gets great :D.
[The number one reason therapy works is that there is someone who is willing to listen. The person and the environment account for so much of what makes education/therapy good or bad. —D]
