I suppose I should start from the beginning to explain who I am and how I came to begin becoming Hannah. I will not reveal what my given name was as here I am Hannah and ONLY Hannah.
When I was young, I always felt that something was wrong, that I was wrong. However, I wasn't sure exactly what was wrong, as I'm sure this story begins with many T-Girls, especially young ones.
-- The Evil Catholic School --
Regardless of the fact that I hated where I went to elementary and middle school, I was always jealous of the cute blue/green plaid jumpers and subsequently, skirts, that the girls got to wear. In addition to that, I would eat lunch at the girls' table, which was technically against the rules, but I was never stopped, probably because the boys tormented me to the point that I'm surprised that I made it out of there with my sanity in tact.
-- At Home --
As I grew to the age of 12, I started experimenting with my sister's dress-up trunk full of clothes. my favorite was a bright ruby red dress, which may have been appropriate for someone heading to prom in the 80s, but certainly not today. Unfortunately, as I continued to grow, the dress grew tighter and tighter and eventually, it became a casualty of my growth spurt. Damn these male genes of mine. This was right around the time when my parents began their divorce, which lasted much longer than it should have, but in the end, everything turned out OK. When my parents' divorce was final, we moved to a new house, that was closer to the hell that was my catholic school (interesting contradiction, don't you think?)
-- The New House --
We moved to a larger house in the West End of T (How I will refer to my hometown for the sake of security). It was a good place to grow up as there were other kids that went to the same hell hole of a school as me, but a few years younger, so no conflicts there. As I grew older, I had to decide where to go to high school, as there is not always a direct path from private school to private school. I had a number of options...
1. I could reapply to a private catholic high school that had already declined my application and go through all over again what I had already experienced, only on a much higher level.
2. I could just go with the TPS option, which was OK, but I didn't really like what I saw.
3. I could attempt to get into a school district known as UPSD (Again, Abbreviated for security). At the time, their high school, G.R.C. Senior High, was in the top 10 in the nation, (not so much now, thanks a lot P.B.) and so I thought it would be a great opportunity.
As it turns out, I was accepted into CHS and it was the best thing that could have possibly happened to me.
The Story Continues Tomorrow with...
-- High School --
