When I make a first impression, I always make it where I do something memorable. With all my friends, they consider me to be the funny and wild one in the group. They all know that I can put a smile on their faces when they feel down with my weird and unpredictable acts, but only a few of them know that I can be serious at times. One day during orchestra, after having an argument with a close friend, I wasn’t so active or full of laughs. Many of my classmates thought that it was an act or I was just tired and needed a nap, but they didn’t know that I was really sad since they’ve never thought a bright person like me could ever be sad. I never open up to my friends on a personal level, as I don’t want them to think that I’m depressed. I don’t want my friends to worry, so I put on a show to tell them that everything’s just fine and dandy in my world. My friends see me with what I show them, and a part of me does want to go all out and express myself. Only about four of my friends overall know that I’m actually a sad person, but everyone else sees me as a class-clown.