On my first day at Crestwood High School, I was [WOL] that no one would like me. I had just moved to town, and it seemed to me that my classmates had known each other for years. I hated being the new kid. I walked down the hall with my head down and my shoulders hunched. I sat by myself at lunch, despite several invitations. After about three weeks, things [WOL]. At lunch one day, a boy approached my table and sat down. He asked, “Why don’t you like us? Why don’t you want to hang out with us?” I couldn’t believe it! I had thought that they didn’t want to spend time with me. The boy’s name was Craig, and he insisted that I come sit with him and his friends. I haven’t sat alone since, and now when I [WOL] down the hall, I keep my head up and I smile. Fill in the blanks in order. convincing . . . . changed . . . . walked convincing . . . . change . . . . walk convinced . . . . changed . . . . walk convinced . . . . change . . . . walked