ABSTRACT
Was there ever a New Jersey girl who had higher expectations for fun, socializing, and freedom from parental restrictions than I when I first entered the halls of Orange High School? Not likely. Intellectual stimulation was not the first thing on my mind. Confusion over my place in the hierarchy of the 350-student freshman class was predictable since I had only lived in the City of Orange one year. Since I missed the last month of school, there had barely been time to make any friends. Though I did not belong to a “clique” (which we pronounced “click”), I would be automatically lumped in with “the Italian kids” at the start.
