At the end of third grade, my parents announced they had bought a new house and we’d be moving. I didn’t think too much of it because it was in a neighborhood less than a mile away—and the new house had a pool. It was so close to our old house that my mom didn’t even have to change grocery stores. So imagine my surprise at the news that our new house was zoned for a different school district. I was going to be the new child in school.
