Exchange student

When I was a sophomore in high school I had a huge case of senioritis, even more than when I was actually a senior. I was so ready to move to a different place and make new friends and start over. I thought growing up in Rexburg my whole life was hard because I was going to high school with the same people that I bullied in elementary school, who then in turn shamelessly teased me about my braces and frizzy hair in middle school and Jr. High. I felt stuck in their opinion of me.

So, I decided I wanted to be an exchange student. I did a lot of research about it. I found multiple groups you could do it through and thought of which country I most wanted to go to. They were all expensive, but I thought I could pay for most and have my parents help me out with the rest. It became an obsession for about two months. My mom strongly dissuaded me from it, but she was wise enough not to completely forbid it because I would most likely have rebelled.

I didn't end up being an exchange student, but if it had I think it would have made a huge difference in my life. Probably for the worse. I am glad I stayed because I learned to face the problems I was dealing with and learned how to treat people better so they would eventually learn that I was not the same person I was in elementary school and I learned they were not the same people who had teased me in middle school. I gained a lot of confidence as I learned to make my problems better, so as exotic as Germany or Spain would have been, I'm glad I stayed in Rexburg, Idaho.