--- Wake Up Call. ---

All the memories I have as a little kid are of San Antonio. I moved there when I was five.
I went to Longs Creek for Elementary, except for 3rd grade when I went to Northern Hills.
After Longs Creek, I went to Harris.
As everyone else, I was uber excited.
I should've been more excited.
I went through the year like it was nothing, as if I was coming back the next year.
I never did.
I'm not here to talk about the phsyco chick I have for a stepmother, no.
I'm here to talk about how lucky a lot of you people are, and you don't even know it.
I don't blame you, because you haven't had the wake up call that I have...
If you're reading this and you currently go to Harris, count your blessings.
If you're reading this and you currently go to Miller, I don't know.
This post is mainly for Hawks, not Falcons.
I got on that bus on June 4th, 2009 thinking that this would be a good thing, a chance for new beginnings, new first impressions and a chance to re-invent myself.
I was wrong.
Here, I'm not allowed to wear what I want. I am just a nobody, I wear the same clothes as everyone else. I am just another mindless robot.
The main thing is the dress code here.
Your clothes express who you are. The only thing that can express us is our shoes, hair, and accessories.
The other thing is, well... That's it.
The people here are different... They only care about their friends and no one else.
If you didn't grow up here, you aren't welcome.
In San Antonio, and maybe even everywhere else, people don't care who you are, they just welcome you in, or at least, give you a chance.
Here, I am a nobody, and not just because I'm quiet.

I hope that everyone at Harris and is reading this will thank everyone you know for allowing you to have the freedom that you do. You have no idea what a living hell this is for me.

I am not, and never will be, a Falcon, or a Trojian, or whatever else.
I am, and forever will be, a Harris Hawk. No one will ever change that.