"Quality is never an accident, it is always the result of an effort of intelligence. "
-John Ruskiin
It is normal and common, I have seen it in most people, to say that you want to go back to your high school years. In my case it is an experience I would never go back to.
Those were hard, painful years, where the only thing I wanted was to finish the schedule and go home.
At the beginning of those five years of high school, I wasn't that bad, but I always considered myself a freak, I felt like I was over 20, but I was 11 and I didn't fit in. I matured much earlier in my life.
I was applied, very studious, in fact, my life was to study and get good grades. My GPA for my high school years was 9.48.
I studied hard. The teachers loved me, in oral lessons I was the one who always told them the detail of the story that was missing. In most subjects I got A's.
I had a so-called group of friends, but later I realized that they only used me to help them with homework and that I helped them in exams. The teachers knew this and would stand by my side to keep me from stressing out. I didn't like you asking me for the answers to questions.
We would meet at houses, watch movies and go for walks, with this group of "girlfriends."
From that time on, discipline, respect, dedication and constancy were my mottos.
I learned many skills and developed others, such as logic, related thinking, critical thinking on my own and to observe details, self-reliance and effort.
But I suffered a lot of harassment from my female classmates. We were all women, 38 women in the course. When I tell this to people who know me they tell me how is it possible because I am not fat or ugly or anything like that, they look me up and down saying why did you suffer harassment.
Well, because I was different, faithful to the rules, unwavering in my values and principles, because I did not like to dance and many times at parties I was forced and dragged, which made me suffer a lot.
I was harassed because I didn't like things like the others, like the kind of music, making bad jokes to people, because I was right-wing, always on the side of justice. It's just that I wasn't 16 or 17, I felt like I was 30.
Because of my application to study and values the teachers chose me first escort of the papal flag, I was going to a Catholic school. From that moment on the harassment was worse, since I supposedly did not deserve it, my own "friends" spoke badly.
I cried too much at that time and I was very lonely. And I would never go back, never. I just wanted it to end. And when it was over I walked away from that whole group and embarked on a different life, met my best friend and sister in college.
And then, later, in the training courses I met people like me...
But I must admit that that stage made me stronger, forged my mettle and showed me that I can keep my way of thinking and being, that not because my classmates did bad things, I was going to do the same because I was accepted.
Everything in life is there to learn from them, always and I learn every day and for that I am grateful.
Since I saw this topic I did not hesitate, among all the weekend topics that 
I send you all a big greeting and I wish you a very good weekend.
Amonet.
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