See, in elementary school and middle school, those were the best years of my life because I had a small class that was tight knit. (The graduating 8th grade class was so small, it got combined with the 7th grade class, and even then, there were only 8 kids, myself included.). And then I went to the living hell otherwise known as high school. First two years, I went to this private school filled with stereotypical racist white trash. I had no friends there, save for one kid who probably pitied me more then he actually liked me. It didn't help at grades were extremely important there, to the point where a girl had a mental breakdown because she got a 95 on a test, and this made everyone even more elitist. The teachers kinda encouraged this attitude, so I couldn't turn them for help. Because I had average grades, I was further isolated from everyone, and became a very quiet, depressed, withdrawn kid. This year, I switched to a public school, and nothing as really changed. I mean, I have friends now, albeit an extremely small pool of them, and my grades are better since public school is easier, but I still haven't quite recovered from that hellish last school. I'm still quiet and nhilistic, and I still am an outcast, and I don't these things will ever change in life. But it's cool, I've accepted it for the most part.