Freshman year I had a plan for myself. I would make high honors every quarter and be fith in my class by the end of that year. But that's a dream that never happened, all because of a single two-syllable word: bully. Due to the negative viewpoints of some of our society when I calmly removed myself from a friendship that only I fueled, I was labled a bully. For almost all of my freshman year the wor was my obssession. How did refusing to bow to another's whims lead to all of this? Luckily I've managed to gwork past that and one day everyone will know me not as a 'bully' but as the next Rowling or Tolkien or Shakespeare. My name will be the one that you see lining the racks at a bookstore or the shelves in a library.