The Truth About High School, Who's Truth

What do you remember about high school? Can you see it through the eyes of 'truth' or your own filters of truth? As long as we are asking the question, who's truth is THE truth.

I thought I knew what happened in high school. But I only had my piece of the story. Everyone I interacted with held a part of my story where our lives intersected. Unless I am privy to their part of my story, I will never know the truth. 

Example, (back then I was a girl) I didn't feel like I fit in with anyone. In fact I didn't think anyone liked me, and to protect my self, I didn't give a damn. I hardened myself by looking in the mirror and and tell myself I was tough and nobody was gona knock me down. I carried a pocket knife in the hopes that someone would test my resolve. I would walk down the hallway of the school and it seemed as if the students moved from the left and to the right and left a pathway for me. That is how I remember it but is that how it happened.

I had a couple of friends who were more like acquaintances. A substitute teacher and a girl much like myself. We would see each other in the hallway and if one of us seemed out of sorts, the other would ask what was up and spend time listening to each other. 

I thought of myself as an ugly duckling. And because of that who would like or want to be around me. I didn't realize that to some I was attractive, even desirable. I only saw my life through my own dirt covered glasses.