Personal Narrative: Why I Hated Everyone In High School

I entered the school grounds and walked over to Juan to speak to him. But, he ignored me. Then he typed on his phone that he was being mute to everyone and that he would be using his phone to type to us, and in class, he would write on paper. But he wouldn’t be speaking to us the whole year. That was his goal. And it seemed, he would accomplish it. I always hated everyone in school. Especially since freshman year, where I told everyone in LA1 Honors some very mean, incredibly fantastically, mean things. I know I had hurt people that day, but I didn’t care. I realized before I entered and started my junior year, that I absolutely positively had to focus because it could quite possibly be my hardest year in all of my high school years. And
So I would have to not talk to them. In the hopes that they would leave me be and I could focus on me. On my life. On my school. On my future. I always made fun of Juan in a joking way but this, I couldn’t resist. I used every joke and idea that came to mind and used that against him. It was brilliant. It was fantastic. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I went with his mute thing and continued on, living my life. I had thought of the same thing, but I realized it wouldn’t work. I like speaking. I talk to everyone. There’s nowhere in the world you could put me that wouldn’t let me talk to someone. I am an extrovert. I can hold a conversation with someone forever. But I also hate people. I like to follow my own path. I like being alone as much as I love company. It really all depends on the way I feel that specific day. I can be an extrovert and an introvert. I know theres a word for someone who’s both. But, who I am, I don’t care enough to find out. I am a person who doesn’t care. I don’t care about how the world is. If it’s falling apart. That’s not my responsibility. I am not a world leader. I am who I am and if I feel there’s something I need to change, something that personally affects me, then I will fight for