You may not know that I moved with my parents out to Denver the summer before my senior year in high school. I left Needham High with a class of 450 and came to Cherry Creek High with a class of 850. I made not one single friend in the senior class that year, BUT had one excellent friend from the junior class (in chemistry class with me). I also showed up in her youth group at her church, which is where I built all my other friendships, none as lasting as this.
Last night we visited Nina and her family for dinner and catching up. She and Michael and their sons, Harry and Jack, hosted us for a wonderful meal, fun playing outside and decorating their car windows for the Little League World Series games Saturday afternoon. Good Luck, Harry and Jack! Thanks for everything Nina and Mike!
#1 by Doug P. on 14 July 2009 - 6:35 pm
That’s what happened to my wife Carol. Her family moved from New Jersey, where they’d been since she was old enough to remember. In Massachusetts she knew no one and never “bonded” with the town of Natick. She made friends at her waitress job, but none at school.
#2 by tastewar on 14 July 2009 - 11:31 pm
I remember it being difficult moving, although my last move as a kid was after 2nd grade. I can only imagine how trying it would be moving for senior year.