When I was in elementary and middle school way back in the 1900s, my family moved four times in two years. We went from Sugar Hill in Harlem up to two different neighborhoods in the Bronx before returning back to Manhattan. In that time, I attended three different schools, and each time, I had to go through the ritual of finding a social group to integrate with. While at the first school my penchant for being boisterous and chatty was seen as charming, the girls at school two just viewed me as a restless chatterbox. By the time I got to school three, I realized that my best strategy was to figure out the lay of the land before deciding what version of myself made the most sense for my new environment. Nevertheless, I would still find myself getting caught in unexpected fiascos. (Kids, if t

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