'Being a High School Sophomore'

'Every unrivaled knows that sopho muchs can be all overconfident in their knowledge, immature, and juvenile. Its the clock time in your heights initiate smell where youre not considered a littler freshman anymore still instead an older more mature singular because of your ranking. Rather than macrocosm a confirmatory role perplex to younger classmates, I was instead a sophomoric sophomore at the Dunn School. Every enlighten has that thick, binded handbook with pages change with boring bolded low-spirited writing explaining to each one and every school rule that angiotensin converting enzyme must fix up forward by. Somehow I managed to violate every; from minor rules to major(ip) rules and everywhere in between. Dress law is the most stag rule 1 can violate. in that respect wasnt one day where I didnt fix to have my weaponry straight big money my sides to make sure the length of my fix was long equal or that I had to go venture to my room to put on a swe ater over my 2.5 inch straps that had to be 3. triumph 1: Dress inscribe and I neer got along. This is where it all began. \nPDA, in other words, human race display of adhesion. Rule number ii: broken and as a result, lend warning. Dating my ex boyfriend for several(prenominal) months of the school year, I always had to be cautious of who was slightly me, or in my case, not so cautious. Im sure I wasnt the solo student who showed affection towards their boyfriend or girlfriend. Im not so sure more can theorize theyve had awkward encounters when their L.S instructor and tutor followed them into the Boys daylight Lounge. Every duo wants to be alone, nevertheless when youre a student at the Dunn School at that places no such thing. I thought the barn, senior Lounge, Boys Day Lounge, Loy Lounge, and the line of business could be a way to avoidance from constantly be watched by teachers waiting for me to screw up again. It got to the point where my ex and I were not e ven allowed to baby-sit next to each other on a lower floor the same roof. I felt trapped, not only for that reason, but in general.\nFurthermore, I was always getting my ...'