Alright let's do this.
So my name's Gwendolyn and I'm currently procrastinating. But call me Gwen...or Gwenny. Whatever, I'm cool with most any nick name. Except Gwyneth Paltrow. Only my friend's mom gets to call me Gwyneth Paltrow.
Anyway, I'm 15 and I live in the US. The town I live in is absolutely the most boring place in the entire world. All the schools in the area call it "The Bubble" because nothing bad ever happens here. I originally didn't live here. I moved when I was almost six from a few towns over. So I guess I'll start there.
I moved to The Bubble and I started kindergarden at a little public elementary school (kg-5th grade). I should tell you though, my mother almost sent me to an honors academy but we couldn't afford it. Still, I met a few kids and I had maybe one or two actual friends through my entire elementary school experience. I had one really great friend whose name was Emily. But she only stayed for a year and then moved a town over. I haven't seen her since :(. In third grade I was recognized by my teacher and she put me up for a program called TAP. I don't remember what the acronym means but it's basically an advanced placement program for small people. I passed the TAP testing and I moved into the most miserable English class that I've ever endured (except my current Spanish class). That class made me want to kill myself, literally. Not kidding here. I wanted to die. The teacher was horrible and the books we read were awful. I was so glad to finally be out of that horrible school when I was promoted into sixth grade.
Middle school was almost as bad as elementary. Sixth grade I had my first boyfriend, and probably my best. But I dumped him during the summer between sixth and seventh grade. Never mind about that. Anyway, I was again placed in the advanced placement English class. Now this class was the best class I'd ever had. My teacher, Mr. Sam, is one of the wisest and influential person that I've met thus far. He taught me so much about how to be a person, not just about English and reading and writing. Mr. Sam taught me that you should never assume, that you need to solve your own problems, and that studying actually helps. I still talk to him even though I'm a freshman in high school now. I had his class for two years and he was my homeroom teacher in seventh grade. Yes, I'm skipping over seventh grade because that was just...too...ugh. Nope. Not gonna even go there. Sooooo, eighth grade. Not a good year for me. So after Mr. Sam my class went on to have the dreaded Ms. Kellman. Ohohohooooh, Kellman...how do I describe Kellman? Well, for starters, she thought I was stupid. She'd be all "Oh Gwen are you understanding this?" or "Let me know if you need help, Gwen". She was mean and stubborn. She called us brats all the time...or toads. Depending on the day. Her class wasn't as awful as my elementary school class but, believe me, it was not fun. Ultimately, eighth grade moved forward into 2012 and we had our promotion ceremony. We also went on a trip to Washington DC. That was kinda cool.
Now I'm a freshman and the happiest I've been in a long time. I have real friends now and I've made some new ones. I'll just list a few because I love them so much (alphabetically, of course): Amanda, Carly, Donna, Emma, Francesca, Hannah, Izzy, Katie, Kommel, Lindsey, Maddy, Nomi, Rachel, Rebecca, Sophie. Aaaand that's it for friends. I've also been involved with the art department at school and my school's SAGA (Straight and Gay Alliance) club. My art has significantly improved since last year and I'm glad that I can finally be passionate about something that I support. Outside of school I'm dancing more than I have been in the past. I love dancing almost as much as I love drawing. Throughout middle school I was a figure skater and a dancer, but skating took up most of my time and energy. I quit skating last year and it opened up my schedule so much for dance classes and elite groups. I'm apart of my dance school's Ensamble, which is the highest association you can have with my school. But enough with my bragging. Let's discuss what I think my future looks like.
I always thought it was funny that somewhere your future spouse is walking around, doing normal stuff. I dunno. I'm weird. Back to the future (heh), I really have no definite idea of what I'll do when I grow up. I'd love to be a physicist, specifically a theoretical physicist. I'd also love to be an artist or an animator. Or a famous actress, you know. Whichever plays out.
Alright so you're probably bored with me. Props to you if you actually read this whole thing. Also I'm still procrastinating. I do that too much. So I guess I'll go do my homework now.