I'd never run out of a class like that.

Every library seemed to have that poster when I was growing up.

I know it may seem like I've gotten really short, but I was already pretty short to begin with. I'm really just a head shorter here!

Almost all my "social" activities up to that point had been through the school. That Little League sports team people always join in, like, 3rd grade or so? It was the school's team. Piano lessons? It was the music teacher's side-gig. Oh and, in an age where the only real alternative was calculator watches (yes, the Nintendo GameBoy counts as a calculator watch) board games were considered cool.

Mom revealing this in front of my sister in the car did not let me start the day on a good foot; I can't discount that adding to my jitteriness throughout the day—that wasn't the reputation I wanted!. That accidental trip to the counselor changed my life, though; I wouldn't realize it until college—years later.

Remember I said the English teacher was the boss? That meant there was no English classroom; it's the same room 217 from earlier. It was a weird time for education—the old school also had no dedicated English teacher, which they'd solved by asking the homeroom teachers to do the job.

That is a padlock on the main door the policeman was guarding earlier. They got an exception on the fire exit handles because the door was historic or some such. Fire evacuation procedure was to go to the gym and wait there. Yes, you read that right.

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