I was barely in grade school when I helped my mother rearrange the living room furniture for the first time.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I moved in fourth grade in the middle of the school year, and I was the new kid in school.
I was in seventh grade, and getting a part in Full House was huge. It opened so many doors for me.
As a kid, I think I rearranged the rooms of almost every house on the block.
I think I was the only kid on the block who knew about furniture scale by the time I was 8.
My parents moved back to New York from Florida when I was in the ninth grade.
I was a hyper kid in school and the teacher suggested to my mom she needed to do something with me.
And I remember as a second or third grader having some autonomy to go to the store if I felt like it, walk home, take my time, kick the can. We were on our own schedule after school, so that was cool.
For a little while, my mom was a school teacher. And I went to the school that she taught.
In the mess of moving from place to place, I skipped two grades in the space of one year.
I was in, like, nine schools by ninth grade, so I moved a ton of times when I was younger.