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I got so caught up in re-living my senior year, that everything else almost slipped my mind. I was really really happy with how my life was playing out. I had a great boyfriend, a great job, my sister and her husband were the best family a girl could ask for, and I was really, truly happy. For a while at least, I believe I had quietly succeeded. Having a second chance at high school was fantastic. All of the nervousness and fear of the unknown that had plagued me at 18 the first time, had been washed away by my previous experience. I didn’t have to worry about my SAT’s because I already knew how well I would score. in fact, I wondered if I could improve my already impressive score of 1400 with my post collegiate brain. Was that cheating? I hoped not. So I relaxed into the expe