There were only about three thousand people instead of six thousand in Oakridge. In the first few months at this school I felt quite alone. Every day at lunch I ate alone, but for me it was nothing new. Senior year passed and senior year came. Senior year was my favorite year of high school. I found a group of people to hang out with the second week of senior year. Until this year I had a theory as to why I was so lonely. I wasn't the newcomer that year. I was just another student who had gone to school the previous year. For this reason I was not a social outcast who I blended in with. I didn't sit alone a single day my senior year. I felt a huge success in my heart. No one would understand why it made me so happy just to sit down with three or four people and eat our terrible tasting lunch, joking and laughing with each one..