I met a lot of people in that first year, but I wouldn't get to the point where I could call many of them friends, at least not yet. I had probably only made two or three friends in the first year, but they weren't really the kind of people I was used to or had befriended before. They were a little nerdy and I guess I was too, but I also liked sports and stuff like that. After I made it through freshman year and made a few friends, people started noticing me more. However, for me it wasn't a good thing. My French lesson was fantastic, we were all good friends. It was the people in the English part of the school, people I didn't really know, who started giving me a hard time. They only saw me in the hallways between classes or at lunch and even in that small window of time they still found it possible to find names to call me. What really struck me was that I didn't understand how they were coming up with the