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moving around
Oct. 13th, 2008 05:01 pmI never realized how much I moved around as a kid.
From age six, my family has only lived in three dwellings: a rented house, a rented apartment, and a big permanent house, all within about four miles of each other. But my brother and I had a wildly different school history, even though we were only a year apart.
For grade school, my brother went to Richard E Miller, except when he went to Maryland during our apartment years, then back to Richard E Miller for fifth and sixth grade. I, on the other hand, attended Richard E Miller throughout. I suppose my parents thought I was too delicate to make friends at the new place. After grade school, my family stayed in the same house until after I graduated from college.
For junior high, my brother went to Royal Palm, which was adjacent to Richard E Miller. I, on the other hand, had emotional difficulty, and took a variance to Palo Verde to enter a special program they had there.
For high school, my freshman year was split up. Fall semester was at Cortez High School, my first time ever with neither a gifted program nor a special education program. Then, for whatever reason, I spent a semester at Arizona School for the Deaf and Blind, which was in Tucson. This meant that I spent five out of seven days in a dormitory with other handicapped kids, who had been separated from their families for a much longer and more consistent period of time, and thus were very messed up. Despite some cool moments, including watching the Clinton inauguration in an auditorium, on a screen so big that even I could read the captions... well, it was hell, and my next year was spent back at Cortez, just in time for my brother to start his own freshman year.
The following three years were the longest time my brother and I attended the same school, but we didn't associate together at all. I went to prom alone, he was Prom King.
So I've spent a lot of time being jerked around. And I don't even remember whether this was all just put upon me, or whether I asked for it and my parents just gave it to me. But, really, I should have just gone to school with my brother when we moved into that apartment. I must have been incredibly unlikable as a child for them to think I had to stay at my old school.
From age six, my family has only lived in three dwellings: a rented house, a rented apartment, and a big permanent house, all within about four miles of each other. But my brother and I had a wildly different school history, even though we were only a year apart.
For grade school, my brother went to Richard E Miller, except when he went to Maryland during our apartment years, then back to Richard E Miller for fifth and sixth grade. I, on the other hand, attended Richard E Miller throughout. I suppose my parents thought I was too delicate to make friends at the new place. After grade school, my family stayed in the same house until after I graduated from college.
For junior high, my brother went to Royal Palm, which was adjacent to Richard E Miller. I, on the other hand, had emotional difficulty, and took a variance to Palo Verde to enter a special program they had there.
For high school, my freshman year was split up. Fall semester was at Cortez High School, my first time ever with neither a gifted program nor a special education program. Then, for whatever reason, I spent a semester at Arizona School for the Deaf and Blind, which was in Tucson. This meant that I spent five out of seven days in a dormitory with other handicapped kids, who had been separated from their families for a much longer and more consistent period of time, and thus were very messed up. Despite some cool moments, including watching the Clinton inauguration in an auditorium, on a screen so big that even I could read the captions... well, it was hell, and my next year was spent back at Cortez, just in time for my brother to start his own freshman year.
The following three years were the longest time my brother and I attended the same school, but we didn't associate together at all. I went to prom alone, he was Prom King.
So I've spent a lot of time being jerked around. And I don't even remember whether this was all just put upon me, or whether I asked for it and my parents just gave it to me. But, really, I should have just gone to school with my brother when we moved into that apartment. I must have been incredibly unlikable as a child for them to think I had to stay at my old school.
