One lovely spring day back in 1985 when I was still young, I found myself reporting once again to room 102. This was the room just past the lunch area at Mountain View Elementary School where I spent the better part of six fine years.
Room 102 was very familiar to me… four rows of five desks, half of which occupied by close personal friends of mine, and a dark looming presence in the front of the room. I entered the room, turned my red slip over to Mrs. Bashner and made my way to my regular assigned seat.
Waiting for me there was a small pile of lined paper and a l
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