To End Just To Start Over

High School is an interesting place. It is a place where you want to find yourself and what you want to do with your life. I loved writing poetry. I could express myself and not hurt anyone. In my English class we were required to write 4 blogs a week. I took advantage of this and decided to use some of my previous poetry and then move ahead with new ideas. I made teachers cry. I made teachers believe in me. I also made teachers fear for my life. There was no fear needed.