PHHS was strange for me. My dad was an Army Sergeant and we moved… a lot! Multiple moves in California and Texas, and a year in Japan. At the end of 1963, dad retired from the Army when we were stationed at Travis Air Force Base. We had discussed a move to Germany, which my sister and I were excited about it, but after serving in WWII and Korea, dad decided to retire and moved us to Pleasant Hill. It was typical to move in the middle of the school year, and that had its advantages. I was able to avoid some homework assignments on the way out. But it was difficult to adjust in the new school. I remember my first week in Mr. Ault’s class at PHI. The class was working on Roman newspapers, and I was clueless! I never really felt like I fit in. High School was just strange, as I really hated the boring classes.