Hmmm... okay, dial way back for me...
14 years old, I started High School, Grade 9. Not a great year. Everyone I knew from my public school ended up at the other high school in town, so I had to make new friends... not great when you're something of the dweeb I was then. (Thankfully, I got rid of the dweebishness by the time I hit grade 11...) Then, mid-semester, we moved to a different city, and I had to start all over again. Mind you, I did meet my best pals in that second semester, so I guess it turned out okay after all. Not a great year, but not a complete disaster either.
-Skywa|ker