Miss Vart meant well, and she was as kind as could be, considering she taught eighth grade and her last name rhymed with a synonym for flatulence. She taught us social studies, American History, the brand preapproved in grade schools and countermanded in college in which America is always the shining beacon on the hilltop, righteousness wins, … Continue reading Memoir: Sections XII-XIII
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