Fall – what it means to me
By Acacia Philcox
When I think of fall, the first thing I think of are the stresses of school. They may not seem like big things to most people, but they are to me.
Tests, friends, enemies, homework and isolation are what I think of when I think of going back. And this year wasn’t any different. Walking through those school doors, I felt an intense rush of emotions. Fear being the biggest one. My heart was racing through my chest and a million thoughts collided in my brain. All I wanted to do was to run home and hide. It wasn’t the first time and I know it wouldn’t be the last, because of the bullying I endured in the past. It made it hard for me to believe that everything would be okay.