Bipolar High

   My high school years were very interesting to say the least. I went to Colton High school the first two years and went to Yucaipa High School the last two with the additional two college courses in my last semester of my senior year. These two classes were taken at Crafton Hills College.
   In my first two years I was considered an "outcast". I didn't want to categorize myself into a specific group and also being "white" was another reason to why I wasn't liked. Some would think I was rich just because of the color of my skin and would try to steal my belongings. I would be harassed, bullied, and just disrespected. With all of these conflicts I was also well known or in other words popular. I never understood this, maybe I was well known because of my humor or friendliness.
   In the last two years of high school, I considered myself an outcast because it never clicked to me that I actually belonged although many cliques accepted me and actually wanted me to interact with them. But by the last semester I was so busy with classes that I completely ignored everyone and just focused on my studies. It was mostly a way to escape from problems at home.
   My high school years were extremely different on a daily bases and almost everyday I felt like I was getting whiplash. The constant drama, violence, and strange events/encounters make me believe I was stuck in a room full of bipolar individuals, some with medication and some without.