Who I Am By: Amber Finefrock For much of my freshman year of high school I spent a lot of time trying to figure myself out. Middle school had been a hard time, full of calls of “dyke”, being shoved into lockers while walking down the hall, and having my feet swiped out from underneath me while walking down the stairs. The last year it got so bad that I stopped wanting to go to school at all.
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