Being the new kid in school is no fun. Oh I’m sure that maybe if you’re the new hot chick, maybe then it’s not a bad experience, but when my parents moved out of the Fillmore Elementary school district and into the Lincoln District in Hamilton, Ohio, the years of growing up on Prytania were about to begin.
I left Fillmore feeling popular and loved. I was the kid who got hit by a school bus and lived to tell about it (link), I had lots of friends, got great grades and teachers liked me well enough to let me clown around every now and again. Fifth grade at Lincoln, now that was a different story. Even today, I can only remember less than a handful of the names of the kids in my fifth grade class. I can’t recall the teacher’s name either. She was young and pretty and the only teacher whose name I cannot recall. I have no memories from my 5th grade class either; it’s almost a complete blur. Given all the stories I’ve recounted so far here, this may be hard to believe, but it’s true. I spent that year trying to adjust, trying to blend in and trying to figure out the new rules. Continue reading