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dancingtongue · 80-89, M
I wouldn't necessarily call it traumatic, but I was bed-ridden four years as a child. Going back to school, finding the tomboy girls of third grade had hips and things in 7th grade, and having learned no social skills with peers after living with only adults was a challenge. I compensated by being a nerd, an over-achiever, getting involved in practically everything.
Then my second day in high school, we moved some 400 miles and I transferred to in a new high school where I knew no one, and it was even more cliquish than most. The first few days I wandered the halls during lunch. Then I ran into another guy doing the same, asked if he was new also, and he said "no, have lived here all my life, gone to school with all these people since kindergarten". I thought this is stupid, and the next day joined the chess club, the science club, and was off on the over-achiever track again, listed in the school's Hall of Fame in my senior yearbook.
Then my second day in high school, we moved some 400 miles and I transferred to in a new high school where I knew no one, and it was even more cliquish than most. The first few days I wandered the halls during lunch. Then I ran into another guy doing the same, asked if he was new also, and he said "no, have lived here all my life, gone to school with all these people since kindergarten". I thought this is stupid, and the next day joined the chess club, the science club, and was off on the over-achiever track again, listed in the school's Hall of Fame in my senior yearbook.