Or did you love it the whole way?Probably around the end of middle school. My parents just got divorced, I got kicked outta my house because I went on a shop-lifing spree and finally got caught in Wal-Mart (all related to my parent's divorce, IMO). I remember my first day in 8th grade, I had to wait for my mom to pick me up and take me back to her hood ass apartment.
I was one of those too quite kids. I was just, mostly, too afraid to get into trouble. Not only was my father strict, now he was depressed, dealing with the divorce.
I "broke out" my shell around my junior year (3 years later). Got a job, started hanging around kids my age, more outside of school, played sports, etc.
But, I was just over that shyt. People thought I was doing better in grades, than I was, because they'd known me for years and I was hella quiet. I was a C student for most of high school.
Graduated college with a 3.45, tho.