square dancing in the gym, feeling something kinda sexual, she comes in and says, "Students, the president had been shot!." DJ Hall clapped.
I sharpened my pencil, then it stuck in the desk holder, right into the center of my palm. still there. She put a band-aid over it.
in her office with Bethel, she says, "She told me to go to hell." I scream, I did not! In the box in the library the rest of the day.
then cheerleading, superstar. Name on my uniform, she made sure, all of us girls.
who did you appreciate, Sheri. Maureen Schrader. 5th grade. total class. she read out loud to us. it was after lunch and recess.
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ReplyDeleteI've yet to write that poem, Jorie Graham. Getting the news. you in a theater, me in the gym.
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