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An afternoon at the library, be forwarned, this social comentary got a little personal and I used bad laungage in the 4rth and 5th grade.

F, MF, and C.S. word alert,

I have a confession to make. I am a non high school graduate, survivor. Its been tough but, hey,
we have to keep on keeping on.
It all started the first day of school. I didn't like
it.
Then it continued to Ms Maloney's class. Tom Sawyer comes to mind. Mrs., Maloney could
pinch the hell out of me, god dam I hated that.
Then to Mrs., Beavers class. I'll never forget the time I straightened out a co classmates bow tie,
(OK I unstraitended it) she grabbed me by the front of my shirt with her left hand, and beat the heck out
of my back with her other hand.
Then came Miss Scudiery, late 20s, third grade. I pulled a muscle in my neck one day. I was
crying and she took me to the nurses office, consoling me all the way, (the first nice teacher I had) ,she had
her arm around me with my head pulled into those big luscious breast and as bad as I hurt it the
compassion that women was showing didn't mean near as much as that one tit sticking in my ear.
Oh, and I haven't learned much to this point except, I don't like it.
Then they were a few more teachers, neither beat up on me nor had big breast so I don't remember
them so good much about them. what I do remember was I wasn't doing well with my times tables and it
was Christmas time. We were exchanging gifts with the other students. There was one huge present
four feet by 4 foot. I picked the name of that person to receive that present. The guesses are flying about
what the present is, a big automatic army tank was the best The day to open presents came, as usual I
don't have my work done. I am again the center of attention, man. Everyone is helping me because I am
the only one who has not opened their present. let me reiterate the power of this present Everyone is
helping me because I am the only one who has not opened their present, and this kind of present was the
kind that invented the words surprise, anticipation, hell for that matter Christmas the world over. OK are
you ready, after opening each box, in which had another box and on and on, down to the last little box
I open up this last little box, all through the boxes the class was guessing but as the size of the box got
smaller the present didn't lessen in greatness, it was just a great small present, money, baseball tickets.
Nope it was a pen, a ******* pen, that **** ****** gave me a ****** ******* ball point pen. I wanted to
cry, I also wanted to stab his eye,, with his funny cute gift, the son of a bitch. The funniest part to the whole thing, (for everyone but me) was that I was not allowed to use a pen, too messy, I had to use a pencil. Hopefully, neither one of us
are dead, and I may get my

chance yet. He's probably some pen gift giving wall street broker now, ripping off my retirement fund,
smartest guy in the class, you know the type, brake brake hold it, I getting off here.

Sixth grade Mrs. Mason, nice teacher. I am moving across the country just a few months before
sixth grade graduation. She gives me a going away gift, I think it was five bucks, I only remember it
made me feel good. Years later I met her daughter, what a fox.
Seventh Grade, I don't like it But what was memorable about that was, the janitor who was drunk
on the job all the time was one of the big kids when I was a little kid and he used to be nice to me. Any
way, unknown to me in 6 years he will steal my girlfriend of 4 years from me while I'm in the USMC, and
marry her. Bla bla bla
Eight grade, Ms Caldwell, nice teacher treated me nice, I was always trying to look up her dress.
Never did see nothing except that black void, but oh what a void my mind told me about.
9th grade, hey not only don't I like it, I can cut class, heck I don't even have to show up, what are
they going to do, suspend me. Now I am beginning to understand adult logic, it is seemingly logical, and I
am desperately trying to follow.
The next few years are a blur, this was 1966 after all. I do know I never did learn to like school,
never learned anything in the academic department. But it did prepare me for life.
Cause if I never learned what a library was I would either be in the cold or the courthouse. Hey I have all
the qualification to run for office. I am out a here.

And that leads to the real reason I am writing this,
oh here comes my wife. I will talk more about education later. In the meantime, this was only a filler,
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