Moving from a girl’s school to a mixed one was already a chock for me. Because of those persons who don’t know a single thing about me, who barely talked to me once or twice, and was still judging me by the way I get dressed or even what kind of friends in other schools I was hanging out with, I was constantly being highly defensive and wary with anyone at the Salésien. The fact that I had only one true friend in this new school wasn’t making things easy, for sure! I had to make a lot of efforts to be good with new people while still being myself, which was a lot of work to me. For 10 months, I had to persuade myself every morning of a weekday that I’m about to have a great day at school, which was almost never the case, regrettably. At least,