Some may describe a 13-year-old boy as awkward. Moody. Hormonal. Their newly discovered desire to be independent means they’d rather hang out with their friends than be in any near proximity to their parental units. They’ve discovered girls instead of the latest video game hacks and consider Snapchat to be an actual conversation with a human being. Possibly their biggest worries are puberty and pimples, braces and bad hair, big feet and even bigger egos.
School is a necessary evil, a land of fellow teenage peers who want to be “individuals” by fitting in. Most days, their biggest concern is they forgot to study for a test, lost last week’s football game to their rivals, didn’t get the seat in class next to their crush, or the cafeteria ran out of pizza before they got to the front of the line. Sure, being a 13-year-old boy is hard. Being a 13-year-old boy with anxiety is even harder. And for someone like 13-year-old Colin*, going to school at all is a real, daily struggle.