For his sixth grade year his family moved to the new community. They made careful preparations for the husky, freckle-faced redhead to fit in smoothly. They had meetings with teachers and principal, and practiced the route to the very school doors he would enter on the first day. "Right here will be lists of the classes with the teachers' names and students. Come to these doors and find your name on a list and go to that class." On the big day, all went as planned. Many students had gathered by the time he arrived. Standing in line impatiently, they held new pencil boxes and pads of paper. Up to the front of the line he went to the lists; first one list, then the next, then the next. Shyly retiring to the end of the line, face blotchy red with tears, he hopes no one will notice. "You new h…