The Ghost of Christmas Past:

Walking into my Senior year I had a sudden rush of feelings, and then it hit me: my Freshman year, that's what it felt like. Only, I was less lost and confused. So later that day I started thinking about that small blonde girl with long hair who had no plans coming into this school. Would that girl be happy with the person I am now? That's always been a question I've been afraid of asking myself. Not because I'm ashamed of myself but because I don't know the answer. I was so blissful and ignorant in a way my Freshman year that I honestly didn't care about the person I was. But then I made friends with people I can say didn't do my High School life well and I started to see that I didn't like that small blonde girl anymore, she wasn't who I actually was or wanted to be. I wanted to be a girl good at wood shop and who had friends that cared about me. But I wasn't that girl, I was a clone of every other Fraser student. So now, 4 years later, I am that girl. And I know how comfortable I am being her that it almost comes to me as a sign of relief. So as I look in the mirror I see someone different, and to be honest I feel as though she would happy just simply because I became who she wanted me to be. The first day, I had no plans, I was just so excited to finally be in High School and finally be a big shot. But at the end of my first year, I saw I wasn't a big shot. I was just another copy in a place full of black and white. I vowed to never let myself be that person again, and I'm thankful. I'm thankful for the friends I had that taught me that if I'm not myself then why even call them my friends, I believe Freshman me would be grateful that I have come so far.

I believe that behind my ignorace my Freshmen year I knew who it was I wanted to be, so I became it.

-Michaella Cooke

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