School Story:
I came to Houston from the Soviet Union (now defunct empire) in 1976 knowing very little English. Just goes to show, the whole empire collapsed during our time, just like the Star Wars. Anyway, I left the Soviet Union during my 9th grade and the next year would have been my final year in school if I stayed there. So I figured I'll enroll in the 10th grade at Bellaire and finish up in a hurry. That's exactly what I did. Two weeks later I learned that in the US there are 12 grades, not 10. Surprise, surprise, three more years of HS instead of one. However, Bellaire was fun. Too bad that my weak knowledge of English didn't allow me to meet more people in HS.
Also, I couldn't stop laughing the day when I heard that Westbury students painted on Bellaire cows (or was it pigs?) "Bellaire sucks".