I was not typically a kid-in-the-hall, except for a short period between grades 5 and 6 when I got bored in school and looked for trouble of the worst kind: pre-teen girl drama! At that time, I did spend some recesses outside of my principal's office copying dictionary pages- clever!- to atone for some 'ostracizing' (I did look it up, Miss Z!) that I may or may not have done with my free time. Other than that, though, I was a model student who loved school. My brother was not so lucky. He was your typical 'kid-in-the-hall'. I'm dedicating this blog to my brother, Gavin, for whom I wish there were more teachers willing to make their classroom a place where he felt he belonged.
There's the bell...
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