Being New, Take Two (And a Few Other Things On My Mind)
I really admire military kids. They move all the time (I know someone whose family relocates every two to three years), and they must redefine home, learn the layout and culture of a new place, start a new school, and make an entirely fresh batch of friends. It's insanely admirable. I've only been new twice. The first time, I was properly new, and this time, I'm sorta-kinda, kinda-sorta new. I suppose you could say I'm more of a quasi-returning student. And being new once and "new" for a second time... it's plenty. So I thought I'd take a moment to offer my kudos to all of the military children out there. You are brave souls. Tomorrow is the last day of my first week of sophomore year. It's been a pretty decent experience so far. The classes are fun (my AP World History teacher made a Joey Tribbiani reference on the first day, a sure sign of good things to come), I've had a chance to see some of my old friends (helloooo choir kids), and ha