Feeling Different.
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Feeling Different Its not supposed to be like this, well some of it anyway. I thought quietly to myself, reflecting back on my first couple of weeks at St Georges Comp in Middlesborough. I'd just moved from Birmingham a couple of weeks ago when my Dad became district manager for he North East at the bank, at which he worked. I could tell I was going to be in for a rough ride when we drove past the school the way to our house. The buildings looked ugly and half of the windows were smashed. But worst of all was the racist graffiti all over the walls of the school and the surrounding area. It looked like the heart of BNP territory. The area seemed to be poverty stricken and a haven for criminals as all the houses that were not occupied had their windows boarded up. Fortunately we lived in quite...

