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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I remember in kindergarten, I and a few friends were put on the yellow light, the light of shame, for playing tic-tac-toe on the Spanish room tables. oh shame, shame, shame... In first grade, I miss that teacher, Zoellner fell asleep in calss, we yelled and screamed to wake him up, he started snoring. If I remember correctly, second grade was when I got locked in the janitor's closet, and banged on the door for help. In third grade, we smile to remember, Samantha got up on the table, and took her shirt off, waving it like a banner around her head. Fourth grade, a turning point in my life, we used play money to buy stuff our moms donated-I spent $325 on something my own mom donated-how embarassing. Fifth grade was the year we all argued over the name of the class lizard, Humphrey, Simba, or Geiko? We duked it out, and Humphrey was known forever more. Sixth grade was the year I fell in love, my first real taste of it, and I was scarred forever after... Seventh grade was the year of the scud, and the little guys were everywhere, on notebooks, bookcovers, and even in permanent marker on my shoulder. And eighth grade, my final year at that school, might end well, I know will learn from it, I did learn one thing throughout all these years. I will miss it.
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