The petition to redefine a "senior" by credits earned vs semesters attended took more effort. What started out with my petition continued like wildfire among the student body. It just took lighting the fuse and the school board realized it was a good move.
My middle son caught on to the approach as well. His high school was going to force a "service project" on each senior as a prerequisite to graduate. His initial petition to the school board fell on deaf ears. The collectivists on the board liked the idea of compelled service to graduate. My son bumped it up to a more public discussion with an on air interview with Roger Hedgecock on KSDO. That lit a fire. The students and parents descended on the school board and eliminated that stupidity.
To be honest, I didn't enjoy moving every two years. Watching the movers dump my stuff into boxes. Sometimes a box did't arrive at the other end. My carefully sorted electronics components were dumped in a box. It arrived at the destination and took a week to re-sort. Starting at age 4, we moved from Imperial Beach, CA to Honolulu, HI. It was a ship voyage. I turned 5 on the ship between San Francisco and Honolulu. Age 6, we flew a 707 to San Diego and stayed with friends for weeks waiting for our house to become available. Just a year, second grade, then a drive to Federal Way, WA. 3rd grade. Just a year and a drive back to San Diego. 4th grade. Just a year and off to VA. Half of 5th grade in Norfolk, VA living with grand parents. 2nd half of 5th grade in Springfield, VA. 6th grade..new elementary school. Enjoyed a whole year in one spot. First half of 7th grade at the intermediate school in Springfield, VA. Just after Christmas, we drove from VA to San Diego, CA visiting friends along the way. 2nd half of 7th grade at the junior high in Chula Vista. At last, no more moves. Stability. Amidst all the movement, I had time to become an Eagle Scout. The moves generated the ability to be flexible. Not a great experience, but useful.
That petitioning was a novel idea. Some students in the class ahead of me were allowed to take classes at the local JC but that didn’t happen for my year. We remained prisoners at the high school.
Your multiple moves at least rotated you back to San Diego a few times. Maybe a bit of famliarity. Springfield VA is not far from my old “hometown” of Arlington. I had gone to kindergarten in Ft Leavenworth KS. The next year when I moved to Arlington one of my Kansas classmates showed up in my first grade class. My first girlfriend, I wonder where she is now...