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Lurch’s Bifocals
Between kindergarten and third grades, Alisa and I were good buddies. We spent a lot of time at each other’s houses. I loved going to her house where the furniture matched, her bedroom looked like it belonged to a girl instead of a grandma, she had a color TV, and her mother made my favorite breakfast. I can’t remember if I was still sleeping on our couch which made a bed or I had graduated to a Jenny Lind bed upstairs at the time, but I know my sister and I had a pink play kitchen complete with refrigerator, sink, and stove on our upstairs landing. It was made of…
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Mrs. Sharon
As I begin my last year of teaching, I am looking back on the last 25 years I have spent in the same district from which I graduated high school. There is one person I wish I could have shared the entire time with, but she is not far from my thoughts. My junior high reading teacher was one of the best teachers I ever had. I was scared to death of her those two years, though, because Mrs. Sharon demanded respect and didn’t take any bull off anyone, as she taught in what I thought was a most unconventional manner. It was really exciting to have a teacher work hard…