School Story:
My family moved to Carrollwood, from central Illinois, when I was a junior and the school year had already started. The first day at Chamberlain was a bit of a shock. We had a principal who wore cowboy boots and eyeballed everybody as they came in the front door. There was a smoking area for students. There was a jukebox in the lunchroom that played what was fundamentally "K-tel's Southern Fried Rock." The pickup trucks in the student parking lot were set up for mudbogs rather than agriculture.