It was May when I got to meet (by reputation) one of the scariest teachers of my school. I had just about finished my 6th grade year with Ms. Kessler. One of the teachers who tried to push me just a little harder. She got me to write my first poem. (I had written an essay, but she showed me that it was written in perfect iambic pentameter.) And, a term paper about the USSR (83 pages written in very tiny letters)…And, now I was “requested” to appear in Miss Katzman’s office after lunch.
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