A House is Not a Home 

My first year of high school felt awkward. After leaving junior High at the head of my class with all the seniority the upper geade levels could afford me it felt strange starting over as a freshman the school was twice as big as my old school and to make matters worse my clothes friends were sent to a different high school . I felt very isolated. I missed my old teachers so much that  I would go back and visit them they would encourage me to get involved in school activities so that I could meet new people. They told me that in time I would adjust and probably end up loving my new school most than I had my old one. Theyade me promise that when that happened I would still come by and visit them from time to time. I understand the psychology in what they were saying but I took some comfort in nonetheless.        One Sunday .