No kid likes to see summer end, and since I’ve never really grown up that may explain the slight melancholy I feel every fall. Once school got going I liked it. I liked it more when I had a “good” teacher, which I’ll define as “patient, friendly, positive.” Second grade Oregon teacher Mrs. Prestegard was that way.
Gorman & Company now occupy the building where I attended 4th grade. I remember Miss (BLANK) mainly for her discipline, ordering “20 sentences” whenever we talked without permission. Thanks to the 10,000 sentences I wrote on the blackboard that year, my printing is excellent to this day.