by Sara Pearson

For many, a move can be overwhelming, frightening, even full of
bitterness.  Leaving one place for a new, strange home can be so much more
than just a “oh, look, I moved here from this place”.   That would be the case
in my situation also. My little brother and I moved here from a remote area
of North Dakota. Yes, North Dakota is a state.
There are many reasons for this “prolonged trip” as my mother would
call it. One of the main reasons would be my mother’s duty as a soldier. She
has been deployed in a peacekeeping mission to Kosovo, a country in the
southwestern part of Europe.
I was afraid to come to a new town where I knew no one and no one
knew me, however, almost everyone at DAHS has made it much easier than
I realized it could be. If in their minds they didn’t accept me, they did a good
job of acting like they did.
But to be brutally honest, Linton Public School in North Dakota, the
school from which I came, is far ahead in science, history/social studies, and
English than DHS.  Danville High School, on the other hand, far exceeds
LHS in math courses and foreign languages. The two languages DAHS
offers that LHS doesn’t are Latin and French. LHS does teach German.
There are benefits and drawbacks to what each school offers.
What may have impressed me the most is what I have noticed about
high school life.  In that respect, Linton and Danville are excruciatingly
similar. I have already been exposed to the drama of typical teenage life that
I thought was only found in North Dakota. The fact that teenaged issues
seem to exist in two different high schools in states located in really
different parts of the country has surprised me.