If your good in english, please help! This is an essay on an important moment in our lives, I chose lgbtq+ and I could use some assistance revising and nonsense. Apologies for any spelling errors

It was common for me to almost be late for the school bus because of how much I had to do before 6:30. We lived on a dead-end street with a turnaround in semi-trucks, the bus driver had to drive down further, and sometimes this event helped me catch him before he drove away to pick up everyone else on my bus route. It was around 6:25 am, around the time to be picked up on the school bus so, I stood there holding my burdensome and overweight bag on my back, hoping it would not fall apart again, as my old black one had during 4th period.

It was still dark outside; it usually was a bit brighter when we arrived at the junior high like it had been this day. I swung my bag onto my back again from the floor and my friend began to slide from the seat to get inside the building. When most of the other students headed to the cafeteria, I was heading upstairs to drop off my French horn in my locker and then heading to my first-period and favorite class, art. The teacher was nice, she was full of fun stories and I trusted her. I was one of 3 girls in the art class, one left the school recently, and the other switched classes, making me the only girl in a room of almost 30 boys, so I helped out a bit. I was one of her favorite students, I would always come in when I could and help her with grading, or finding out the next lesson. Sometimes I would work on homework or an assignment for art, every once in a while, I would clean up the art closet, clean up the classroom or get the materials prepared.

A few friends of mine stopped by during the class to talk about the local GSA club selling merchandise related to the club. They explained what GSA was, I hadn't even known anything about the club, so I got to my school-provided laptop and did some research. I knew I was interested in everyone, but I had only heard of men, women, and transgender. So, I sat confused and spoke with my friend who was part of the LGBTQ+ and asked her, she said I might be Bisexual, I spent the week figuring out what that had meant.
My friend had found out she wasn't bisexual, but that she was pansexual (the attraction to people regardless of their gender) so that led me to do more research on different sexualities, genders, and so on. about a year later, in mid-eighth grade, I was confused about my gender identity, my friends told me I was genderfluid but That didn't feel accurate, I felt like I was a puzzle trying to be solved, but the last piece was missing. I spent hours doing research on genders and what I might be, only to end up giving up; I had talked to my friend Axel and she said I'm non-binary (A person whose gender identity does not conform to the gender binary), I felt like the puzzle was finally being put together, they had also talked about being omnisexual, I hadn't known what it is so I looked it up, naturally. Over time I came more romantically interested in masculine and feminine genders, which means I did have a preference, meaning pansexual was not accurate, so I knew I was omnisexual (It means to like all genders, but to like one or two genders the most.)
Now that I know who I am, I feel comfortable with myself, like the puzzle is nearly finished. The LGBTQ+ community is something that I take pride in being part of, it is a major part of who I am today, and who I will be in the future. If I never found out who I was I wouldn’t be who I am, I would still be lost and unfulfilled.

It was common for me to almost be late for the school bus because of how much I had to do before 6:30. We lived on a dead-end street with a turnaround in semi-trucks, the bus driver had to drive down further, and sometimes this eventuality helped me catch him before he drove away to pick up everyone else on my bus route. It was around 6:25 am, around the time to be picked up on the school bus so, I stood there holding my burdensome and overweight bag on my back, hoping it would not fall apart again, as my old black one had during the 4th period.

It was still dark outside; it usually was a bit brighter when we arrived at the junior high as it had been this day. I swung my bag onto my back again from the floor and my friend began to slide from the seat to get inside the building. When most of the other students headed to the cafeteria, I was heading upstairs to drop off my French horn in my locker and then heading to my first-period and favorite class, art. The teacher was nice, she was full of fun stories and I trusted her. I was one of 3 girls in the art class, one left the school recently, and the other switched classes, making me the only girl in a room of almost 30 boys, so I helped out a bit. I was one of her favorite students, I would always come in when I could and help her with grading, or finding out the next lesson. Sometimes I would work on homework or an assignment for art, every once in a while, I would clean up the art closet, clean up the classroom or get the materials prepared.

A few friends of mine stopped by during the class to talk about the local GSA club selling merchandise related to the club. They explained what GSA was, I hadn't even known anything about the club, so I got to my school-provided laptop and did some research. I knew I was interested in everyone, but I had only heard of men, women, and transgender. So, I sat confused and spoke with my friend who was part of the LGBTQ+ and asked her, she said I might be Bisexual, I spent the week figuring out what that had meant.

My friend had found out she wasn't bisexual, but that she was pansexual (the attraction to people regardless of their gender) that leading me to do more research on different sexualities, and genders . About a year later, in mid-eighth grade, I was confused about my gender identity, my friends told me I was gender fluid but That didn't feel accurate, I felt as if I was a puzzle trying to be solved, but the last piece was missing. I spent hours doing research on genders and what I might be, only to end up giving up; I had talked to my friend Axel and she said I'm non-binary (A person whose gender identity does not conform to the gender binary), I felt almsot like the puzzle was finally being put together, they had also talked about being omnisexual. Me at this age not knowng what it is, I looked it up. Over time I came more romantically interested in masculine and feminine genders, which means I did have a preference, meaning pansexual was not accurate, so I knew I was omnisexual (It means to like all genders, but to like one or two genders the most.)

Now that I know who I am, I feel comfortable with myself, the realization is nearely finished. The LGBTQ+ community is something that I take pride in being part of, it is a keystone of who I am today, and who I will be in the future. If I would have never found out who I was, or where I am emotionally, I would still be the unsolved puzzle.

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