This troubled me.
Trying to define myself and my progress as a individual and a person down to one specific moment is really hard.
It makes me think. Was trying to accept change hard? Was wearing the most ridiculous outfits but still feeling happy hard? Was loosing friends hard? Was gaining friends hard?
Basically, I began to think about what we talked about last year about human nature and whether being "good" or "bad" is innate.
Personally, I chose the stand point that we all start as blank slates persay, and then are coloured, changed, or jaded by the world and people around us.
Using this I decided to talk about friendships ebbing and flowing in the most influential time of your life: Middle School.
It's at that point in your life you begin to question what is "wrong" or "right" because by then life has splattered so much "paint" or experiences and knowledges onto your blank slate that you are ready.
You are ready to assess the world around you and decided what environment you want to be affected by.
And now I'm ready to write my English essay.
Wish me luck.



