For the second time in my life, I also bought a copy of THE LOS ANGELES TIMES with news of a bunch of new films.
NOTES: It was hard to be sad as I left the school as, in some ways, I blamed all my problems on it. Grades 1-6 had been great, every year better than the last. I was smart, popular enough, had friends and liked the teachers and the administrators. Sure there were issues from time to time but overall, I loved elementary school. Then they rehabbed the building and added on the huge section to the right in the photo which housed a cafeteria (we had never had one before), a library, study halls and a couple extra classrooms. Kids from schools all over town were bussed in and, from 7th grade on, it was like living in an alternate universe from the one I was used to. I was still one of the smartest kids but I had few friends and no real new close ones, I was ridiculed by bullies for my brains, my lack of athletic abilities and my early graying hair. I became really unhappy and school, a place I once defined myself by, became a real source of pain and depression. By ninth grade things had finally started to get a little better and now here I was looking at a whole new school the following year.
I wanted to miss my old school and there have been times over the years that I have but for the most part, I was glad, after nine years, to finally be out.