School Change
I awoke to the sound of my mother calling up to my room from downstairs. “Better get a move on it, you don’t want to be late for your first day!” Her voice was so cheery and upbeat, she was such an optimist, hard to believe this would be the 5th school I had transferred to in 3 years. Her voice did not betray any sense of fear she might have that this school would be no different from the 2 before it. In each case I was picked on and bullied until my parents transferred me to another school. I had begged them to homeschool me, but they refused, stating that I needed to learn how to get along and deal with my interpersonal problems. So I got up and went through my usual …