I don’t know where I lost control of this piece of – writing, but I did. Happy to find it where I did. I think there’s a sequel in there somewhere, but I need to think about that.
Every teacher’s best reward is knowing they made a difference. With the school year about to close, Johnny’s Essay is my sweet reminder:
Oconomowoc, Wi September, 1962
You could get a paper route when you were twelve On August 22, 1962, I was twelve years old On August 22, 1962 I got a paper route You got Esther Schroeder in the deal On September 4, 1962 I went to Junior High I became a thing, in the name of my school, for the first time Like all my classmates from sixth grade, became a Lincoln Bulldog
It was a huge transition. In the very building where I had spent K-3 The building, where, in the corner room on the first floor Next to the office of Principal Don Kramer Where only a few short years ago I had earnestly tried to convince the testy Mrs. Voight that…
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