Guess what was in the big black trunk...my report card from 1st grade, Mrs. K. one of my favorite teachers. The crazy thing is I have some vague memories of being in that class room. Once she had us all sit in the dark while she traced our profiles cast by the shadows, individually, onto a piece of construction paper that was taped to the wall. Then when she was all finished (after some weeks) we took them home to our parents...something like "self-portraits." I remember how excited I was about that. My mom probably threw that shit away that same day.
I remember a time when I was the teacher's helper for the day and I got to take the erasers outside and slap them together to get them clean. She was such a nice lady. Never mind the cloud of chalk dust made my asthma flare up and by the end of the day I was wheezing like a two pack a day-er. I wonder where she is now? Anyway, the comments on the report card read like this; "hard worker," "continues to work hard," "still working hard," "oh yeah, she is quiet while she is working hard"...what the hell is up with the working hard business? Has that always been my lot in life? To work hard?
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