A Bundle Of Contradictions

No, I wasn't abducted by aliens. 
Nor was I whisked off to Hogwarts or Camp Half-Blood. 
(I wish that would have happened!) 
I'm too busy trying to know myself and adjusting in a new school (here, they call it 'junior college'. But for your sake - and mine - I wish to call it school!). I'm learning new stuff and the environment in my new school sucks. Everyone is so bloody competitive and you gotta work your butt off if you wish to be "at the top!"
Unfortunately, since I'd been in the same school for ten years, it was difficult to adjust to the new surroundings. None of my old school's friends were there and more than half the kids came from different boards of education. 
It was tough to adjust to the new curriculum and new people. The kids were so starkly different from the ones I'd hung out with at school. They were like, super-smart and being in the presence of such... such brilliant kids made me feel insecure. 
It wasn't just that. 
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Yeah, so I saw Freaky Friday starring Lindsay Lohan and Jamie Lee Curtis yesterday.
Don't give me such weird stares (Which I know you're giving once you read the first sentence). The movie was released when I was, what, a six-year-old kid.
So now, I begin with the review.  ~~~~

What happened to those days? Days of fun, days of joy, How did they really disappear? Will they ever reappear?
It’s like a car’s taking a nasty turn, It’s like we’re in for a scarring burn; Yet all of us are the ones, who are on the brink, It’s like if we jump off the cliff, We might sink, Deep into the ocean; Or even better, we might soar into the air, Floating towards the sun; We don’t know what’s scarier;
Some of us are forced upon, Some of us aren’t, We don’t know what is more oppressive; Confusion has coiled around us in a web; It’s like if we’re on the brink, It’s like we’re standing at the edge of a cliff, If we fall, we might sink, Into the deep, dark ocean…
This is a tenderer age, Far more delicate than childhood, Passions rise and fall, Just like the temperature; This is the stage of rebel, Or is it the stage to be restrained?
Some are controlled like canaries in a cage, Some are let out like wild crows oh-so-savage;  It’s maddening, You don’t know what to think You don’t know what to say,
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