Half my life ago, I was 11 years and 55 days old, and just about to finish 4th grade. My school had decided that 28 kids were too many to have in the same class, so we were being merged with the '89's and split evenly into three classes. Our class was a mess of social intrigue and I was the odd one out for being, I kid you not, the ONLY girl (out of 14) who was doing sports.
This was about the same time that all boys all of a sudden decided that they could not be friends with a girl and all of a sudden I was left with a bunch of spice-girls imitating bitches (I wasn't much better). Half my life ago I found out that my teacher was pregnant, and thus the only good part about my new class (that I would get to keep our teacher from 4th grade) wouldn't last more than a couple of months.
Half my life ago pretty much the only good part of my life was that I was good at orienteering. Now I have friends, but I have lost that one thing that kept me going throughout primary school.
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What was that one thing? I don't really understand that part.
Otherwise, this is interesting. Your life seems to have been a lot more dramatic around that time than was mine.
I thought using the word 'that' was clear enough since that paragraph only has two sentences.
And I'm not sure being constantly bored and lonely qualifies as "dramatic"...
You can always take up sports again. If not for the competetion then just for the fun of it. I bet there's a lot of good tracks around Uppsala.
That is of course if you feel that you miss the thing of your past that kept you going in primary school. My point is that doing what makes you glad, or in the end helps you be just that, should always be your main concern.
Hm. I appear to have been asleep while leaving the previous comment. Sorry!
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