“Why are we moving?” I whined, “I don’t want to switch schools again.” It was August 2010, and I had just been informed that we were moving again, and no matter what people say, it doesn’t get easier. This was the fifth time I had switched schools in seven years. “It’s a better situation,” my dad said, “It’s forty five minutes closer to my work, and we’ll have an acre of land all to ourselves.” I wasn’t convinced, but there was nothing I could do, so I packed my entire life into a few boxes and we were off. I went from a school with fifteen kids in my grade to a school with one hundred. It was the middle of the school year, and the first time I had an individual schedule; I didn’t know anyone, I got lost, I was terrified. I was even ready
