Wednesday, May 05, 2004 Mean, girls
Clamshandy, Licketysplit or whatever she's calling herself these days inspired me with her middle-school post.
*I can't remember a lot of that kind of thing: I try to remember, and unless I try hard that era reads as a dull "whom, whom, whom" noise. Press your ear to a telephone pole on a hot day. That effect.
The only memories that I've carried this far, it turns out, may be related in anecdote form. Try this one:
On book day, the day before I started seventh grade and stopped being taught at home, my future English teacher ran out onto the sidewalk after my mother and I. "I understand this is a new experience for you!" she said. It was. I'd never seen teeth that gray in my life.
posted by Frenz | 5/05/2004 10:29:00 PM
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