Refleksion over skolestart og sociale fordomme

Right now I’m supposed to write an essay on what I thought, and how I felt on Tuesday, the day before I started on Camp 10. But I don’t know what I want’s to write about. I could of cause write about how hard it was to find some clothes to wear. Or write about how confused I was because I didn’t knew where the dancing hall where. But either of this is a big subject to write about, because I didn’t stressed. I tried to find a solution, and solve the problems.

I really don’t know why people make such a big deal out it. I did it myself for a couples of years ago. I was worried, nervous and became uncertain all the time. I couldn’t even make an appointment at the doctors alone. I saw the consequences in everything, most time I was just afraid to look stupid in front of a lot of people. Today I’m not shy or nervous anymore, and I don’t have a problem asking for help or say my own opinion. It doesn’t mean that I never get nervous anymore. I do. But I’ve learned to control it, take a deep breath and try to find a solution.