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So, the first day of school.
I like my schedule, I do. I have friends in most classes and I like my teachers well enough. But math classes and I are like oil and vinegar. In my math class, the only people I know are two girls I used to be very close with in middle school. They have since lost all interesting qualities they once possessed. So, I'm stuck in a front row seat surrounded by guys I don't know and wishing I could be the person that I am when I am comfortable and in my element. Then I realized... when am I ever in my element? There is always something to worry about. And then I realized, I'm never the person I wish I could be- confident and laid back all the time, someone that doesn't have to hide behind her sarcasm when interacting with people she cares about. Someone who wishes she could describe herself as all these things in the first person instead of using the third.
But maybe we all have an alter ego we wish we could be. And only people like Beyonce actually succeed in becoming them. Mine is called Marin Costello. And everybody likes her.