Twice. The first time was halfway through my kindergarten year. I was sad that I was going to have to leave my girlfriend, but excited that I would be neighbors with my friend (moved to a neighborhood where existing family also had houses, so I had neighborhood friends already).
Although it was to a different school, it was within the same district, so the curriculum was pretty much the same. Count, ABC, nap time, show-and-tell.
The second time really sucked. I had just finished my first year of high school in the ninth grade, and we moved about 60 miles to a different school district, where I had to (again) have a first year of high school in the 10th grade! It was a 10-11-12 high school. Although I made the most of it, it was a crappy school with a crappy curriculum that was somehow highly regarded at the time. Whereas I was in college placement and advanced placement at my first high school, this school had some stupid philosophy called “outcome based education” and the mission statement “all kids can learn,” which meant, practically, there was no such things as CP/AP, and I was in classes with dumb people who held up everyone else.
I would have had to take a bunch of silly classes over again, too, but they did recognize my class credits from the first school. It meant, mostly, that I was in classes one year ahead of everyone else (but still mixed in with stupid people). A consequence of this, though, was that there weren’t any classes available to me in my senior year, because I’d maxed out of everything progressive as a junior. The result was I took both French and Spanish in my senior year, jazz band and symphonic band, advanced journalism (for the second time), swimming (which was nice, because it was first period), Pascal programming, and some other stupid fillers just to get the graduation credits I needed. I had those after first semester, but they wouldn’t let me graduate until June, and at the time, I couldn’t get into community college (or any college) without the diploma.
I made good friends, and three years of Journalism was awesome, but overall, what a piece of shit concept, what a piece of shit curriculum, and what a piece of shit school. Thinking back, I’d like to Pit East Detroit School District and East Detroit High School (note: not at all affiliated with the City of Detroit), but The Pit didn’t even exist then.