Let's get acquainted

Diana Fagen Johnson

Crowds of students crushed by me in the halls of my new high school as the bell rang on the first day of fall term. Everyone seemed well acquainted. But I felt like an outsider looking in.

That first couple of weeks of my freshman year, I trudged from class to class of strange faces with a host of unhappy thoughts to keep me company. Over and over I told myself, "I can't be accepted here. No one cares about me. How can I ever make friends? Should my family move away? Try another high school?"

"Impossible," my parents said in flat refusal. There I was. What to do?

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