The Truth to Me I never really knew myself until the end of my freshman year in high school. I thought I was ugly, a loser, and would never be good enough. I was nervous going into my freshman year and I knew I would do anything to fit in and feel like I was accepted. My freshman year of high school taught me the truth to myself because I hit rock bottom. The events that led me to hit rock bottom were hanging out with the wrong crowd, partying, and boys. Going into high school I did not know anyone that would be attending that I was already friends with, so it did not take me long to fall into a bad crowd. By the time school had started, I had made friends with people who smoked, drank, and had meaningless sex. As a freshman in high school I did not have much in common with my so called friends I did not like to drink, I only have smoked once, and I was a virgin. In order to hang out with my friends I was going to have to join in on these activities, even though I knew it was wrong. If I said no, I would be deemed a loser and no longer a part of a group and all the pressure was on me to fit in and have friends. This is when I first started to party every weekend just about. Every weekend was a party with my friends whether it was a huge blowout or just a handful of us hanging out in a basement together. The activities is what made it a party not the size. Every weekend included of drinking and smoking. Every Sunday morning I would wake up with a huge hangover and think this is what people in high school do, so I have to also. All of this partying with my girlfriends led to the pressure of being with a boy. As a virgin it is scary when your friends start talking about their hookups and pressure you to do the same. I had made out with one boy and was scared to do more, but my friends were not. I would have to suck it up and get past making out. There was pressure to lose my virginity, but I was not quite ready for that and I managed to