When one is a teenager, judging people seems to come naturally and most of the time our thoughts when seeing a different person were negative. During my junior and senior years, there were many different groups of students such as the preps, jocks, theatre kids and there were people everyone would call the “outcasts." The outcasts were the main targets that the more popular kids including myself, would continuously tease and judge. They hardly had any friends because they were not into sports or partying like the rest of my peers, they dressed outrageously and had tattoos and tons of piercings. I never imagined the “outcasts” would become my best friends once I moved on to University. During my first year of University, I learned many things but to me the most important was to never judge someone by their looks. I learnt that true beauty comes from within a person and labels mean nothing. The saying “Never judge a book by it’s cover," never really had a meaning to me until this year. Throughout high school, like many other students, I wanted the social life of having popular friends and attending many parties. It seemed to me that in order to get into these groups, I always had to do things I was never comfortable with like calling others rude names. I knew criticizing people I didn't know was wrong, but I wanted so badly to stay in my group of “friends” and not become unnoticed or someone who was never invited out. Whenever I saw the group of students all dressed in black with strange colours in their hair, I’ll admit that I would be a little creeped out and I would constantly wonder if they had any loose connection inside their brains. I would always look at my friends and they would be pointing, giggling and yelling dreadful things such as “losers!” or “Don’t hang out with them, they're mental.” I would of course join in on the teasing because at the time, I thought the exact same thing. They looked ridicu