Learning what it was to be a boy

Learning what it was to be a boy - Silverman 1 Justin...

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Silverman 1 Justin Silverman September 18, 2006 Oh to be an American Man Poor Judgment Honestly, I still don’t know what it means to be an adolescent boy. That period of my life still seems like a tornado tore through my brain, leaving me to pick up the pieces. However, with time I have come to at least, a few conclusions as to what it meant to be an adolescent boy. For me many of these ideas revolve around increasing confusion and poor judgement. I entered into my adolescence with one quick train wreck. I found myself invited to a party, it was nothing that strange, I had been to parties before, but for the first time I found myself wondering, “what will people be doing at this party, and will they be bringing someone with them?” Although ashamed feeling that I should already know these types of things, I called one of my friends, and asked if he had invited a girl to go with him to the dance. He quite proudly stated that he had, and wondered if I had. I said that “I hadn’t but was planning on inviting someone, but I didn’t know who.” I had, in the past asked girls, out on “a date”, which for me was the 12 year old,
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