I was luckier than you in 5th grade. It started with a very good teacher named Mr. Arragon, but then in the middle of the year, Miss Montandon started, and I was switched to her class. She was twenty-something, and I had a BIG crush. I would stay after class to clean the blackboards and pound the erasers.
Tom, wonder how many people have no idea what "pounding the erasers" means...
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