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Unformatted text preview: Will Cliff 10/16/09 Eng. Comp 3 I t was at the end of my junior year of high school when I realized that I —a normally not so quiet individual—didn’t have a whole lot to say when I was with my friends, sitting in the back of a pickup truck, at break before third period. I can’t put a finger on what sparked the realization that these friends maybe weren’t “true friends,” but maybe it had something to with the fact that we didn’t seem to have a much in common between our aspirations and scholastic motivation. While we were sitting in the back of that black pickup t ruck, I was waiting to go to class and they were contemplating how they might drive out of the parking lot without getting caught by the school administration. But what were “true friends?” I didn’t really know the other side of what was directing my thoughts elsewhere whenever we all hung out. I t wasn’t until my senior year that I would force change into my life, on a variety of levels, to find exactly what it was I was looking for in friendship. The change started when I went out for track and field—instead of baseball, the sport I had always been most passionate about. I immediately connected with my new teammates and quickly developed a new excitement for track and field. I began to do well and it was around my success and...
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- Fall '11
- Peer group, old friends