Since Christmas 2007, Mom and I have lived in a house in Hillview, Santa Elena. Now, Hillview isn't my favourite area, but that has never been a factor to consider....
To get to Hillview you have to ride the bumpy road that passes Eden SDA High School. I only went to this high school for two years rather than the usual for. I went to a small private school that pretty much went by their own rules. In the middle of second form mother realized that their own rules where wierd and not good enough for her baby girl. So in third form, to make a long story short, I dawned on my big brown box pleat skirt and plain white button down blouse, huge knee length white socks and black shoes. I also had a small round school bagde pinned on my left shoulder that used rip off anytime I slid my back over my shoulder.
I didn't exactly hate high school. I mean I was the student body president and I got good grades. But I didn't enjoy my days at Eden. I was on a small campus, so everyone new my name, and some people might thing I was popular. I had some friends but I was highly misundestood. The smallest of Eden was not void of the clinques and groups with the segration. I think that is one reason I didn't fit in. I wasn't Adventist. I was from a minority. I liked my English teacher, even though, or because of, she was eccentric. I had work experience. It seemed like I thought about things that others didn't. I wrote poems in my notebook and I paid attention. I meant it when I said that Efrian Magana was my friend and I didn't like him. I didn't smoke weed, nor did I watch a lot of tv.
When I graduated from High school in 2004, I was mad because unfair grading system marked my grades lower. I was glad that high school was over. Weeks before graduation the few friends that I had at school stabbed me in my back, and I turned into a bad person.
Eden High School is not my high school.