YOU HAVE TO RELIVE AN ENTIRE YEAR OF YOUR LIFE, WHICH YEAR WOULD YOU PICK, AND WHAT WOULD DO DIFFERENTLY

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Good question. Well—3 years are candidates for being a year I’d be willing to repeat, but do something differently:.2013.2014.2016. What is it about these years that I’d be willing to relive any of, them & make changes? These were the years I knew an unbelievably pretty, cute girl, that I almost certainly regret my situation with & want to change. 2013 & 2014, well, that school year was when I originally knew her. I could relive the entirety of either of these calendar years & make it so that I don’t maintain shyness around her the entire school year, ESPECIALLY when she was seemingly kind to me. Granted, if I selected 2013, well, it wasn’t until late/fall 2013 when I first met her, so I’d have to wait 9 months, but in all honesty, it’d be unquestionably worth it in 2016. Now this is a long story, but I’ll try to keep it as short as possible (this is related to the girl, just a side note): In the 2014–15, & 2015–16 school years, I, having been a freshman & sophomore in high school those respective years, had attended a school that the girl did NOT attend, which majorly bummed me (I didn’t want to find a better girl than Emma (might as well just say that was her name), nor were any of the girls at that school ‘cuter’, so to speak, than Emma). However, I’d been informed that I’d have to transfer to a large high school to get all my graduation requirements. Not only was the large high school, well, larger (the one I attended freshman & sophomore years was dramatically small, let alone, for a high school—it had at most 15 or so students both years I went there (probably the maximum number too, at least close to that, there wouldn’t be even remotely close to enough room or desks for 30 or so+ students)), but it was inconsistently closer to my middle school (in fact, not only is it about a half mile or so from my middle school, but one day in the 8th grade, all the 8th graders (myself included, of course) took a tour of that school, likely to prepare us for a school that was like 4x the size of our middle school), guaranteeing that 90 or so% of my middle school peers went there (though, didn’t guarantee that Emma was in that 90 or so%). After my sophomore year, as my junior year came around, I transferred to the big school, & eventually spotted Emma in the crowded commons (unfortunately, I never had a class with her, neither that year nor senior year (part of me was hoping to God I’d have AT LEAST one class with her that year, just like in the 8th grade)). I was relieved, & desperate to get her attention somehow. One day a few months into the school year (around November-ish), I held the door for Emma, happy on the inside that I’d gotten to see her for the first time in 3 years (who knows what the odds of me ever seeing her again, let alone, getting to do something, 

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