My Freshman Year Essay

Freshman year was one of the best years I have ever had. I learned a lot freshman year, which is what made it my second favorite year of high school. There was a boy that confronted me in the summer before I started high school, and I jumped at the opportunity. The only problem that I knew my Mom would have is that he was 3 years older than me. He was a senior at the time that I was a freshman, but I couldn’t help myself. He gave me so much attention and love that I never got from my Dad or anybody else even, and that made me feel special. He was goofy, and his friends were awesome. He would take me to games with him and I would even hang out with his friends. Some of the people at school judged me a lot for dating someone older than me, but I did not care one bit. Being with him since he was older made me feel superior among others because he was so

I constantly questioned about absolutely everything. I always asked him if he “loved” me. He was the first out of us to tell me first. It was the middle of my freshman year that he told me this. Sometimes if all of his attention was not on me, I asked him if he even loved me or still wanted me. I did not think of this at the time, but it was his senior year and he had more on his mind than some freshman girl. I do believe he loved me, but at the time I needed all of his attention. It got to the point that when he only wanted to hang out with his friends, I actually got extremely mad at him. He would tell me that he did not want to hang out with me, which would start a huge fight. There was one day where I went absolutely crazy on him, right in front of my driveway in his truck. Something in me snapped, and to this day I do not know what happened. When he was going to graduate, he was going to leave and go into the Marines. I think that is partially why I wanted him to put his full attention on