High school generally gets mixed reviews. Some hated it. Some loved it. But whether you’d rather relive the memories or repress them, it’s hard to argue that adolescence is marked by ambivalence. Maybe your experience might have skewed toward the positive, but it wasn’t absent its fair share of uncertainty. High school is mostly varying degrees of circumstantial conundrum: Where do I go to college, or do I at all? Who do I hang out with? Where do I sit at lunch? How many eyes are on me when I walk through the door? If I’m . . .
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