I am good at remembering long periods of time or small details from years ago, but I have a terrible time recalling specific days. However I do have a couple of vague memories of my first day at Vasquez. They are all extremely blurred and in no specific order. I remember being extremely scared to go to high school. The old campus was filthy, small, and looked pathetic. Initially I had attempted to join Virtual Academy, but my mother insisted on sending me here for at least a semester. I had no interest in this school, in the campus, or in any of the students save a couple of my close friends. On the very first day of high school I felt lost and small. I was intimidated by the upperclassmen; they were all so much bigger, so much older. I
