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Date Posted: 17:55:21 07/09/03 Wed
Author: Laurelina Windsong
Subject: I Remember

I Remember�

� when the kindergarden playground caught fire, and standing out in the rain, I saw a rainbow over the smoke.

� wondering why the 1st grade had bigger lockers than the 2nd grade�not that it would have mattered. At the time, I could fit inside both.

� the day when our class learned that Ms. Nycz wasn�t coming back this year from maternity leave, and I wrote my first poem about it.

� when Ms. Koslen went down her class of 3rd graders on the first day, introducing herself one by one, she stopped and said �I know you.�

� doing two pages of really endless long division every night in 4th grade.

� receiting the times tables on the echoing stairway first thing in the morning.

� staying up �till 2 AM at Camp Timber-Lee, playing Uno, Ms. Andler threatening to give me extra homework when I beat her, but never did.

� leaning on the lockers, listening to Ms. Brady�s lecture on behavior to Team 5.

� the uncountable times I heard Ms. A. say �C�est la vie.�

� every single teacher telling us that we weren�t graduting, the real gradutation didn�t happen until 8th grade, this one isn�t important.

� trying, unsucessfully, to tune out Ms. A.�s lectures because I was at a very suspenseful part in my book.

� in 6th grade, when I first heard our assistant principal�s end to all his speeches ��or you�re going home! PERIOD! Have a nice day.�

� the day our assistant principal was handing out gum after school.

� singing the end of �Brand New Day� in the finale of �The Wiz� as a munchkin.

� my 6th grade science teacher�s obsession with �my� (�My bell rang five minutes ago� �Don�t use my sink� �This is my house� �Get your hands off my overhead�)

� when our 7th grade science class all failed to describe how to make a PB & J sandwich.

� during work on the Civil War, Mr. Nelson came in and gave us this long talk about how his ancestors were slaves and he thinks the government should pay back the slaves� descendants, and if they do, he wants a Lexus.

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