My earrings are pretty. My glasses are cool. My hair is pretty. Even my handwriting is awesome.
In high school, I'm not.
I'm not sure I'm even a blip on the radar. Come to think of it, I can't hardly remember one teacher in high school, let alone a substitute.
In elementary school I get hugs, letters, pictures, and sometimes tears.
In high school I still get some eye rolls.
What happens to us as we grow up?
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