No Bigger Than a Baritone Horn - Part 1 and a Half

Upon entering Methacton Junior High School as rookie Warrior, (the sturm un drang sports team mascot) no doubt this goy he brew a facade sans being wimpy kid, bookish nerd, and puny dork who felt wracked with crew zing the by gone memory lance of nostalgia to return and return as endless student at the Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School, where failing grades drew my parents to a private discussion within said (the one room per grade school house) few till efforts resulted numb hatter attendance proceeded (via non-stellar academic performance grew significant when graduating the sixth grade. No moment of solace experienced, nor integration this hue man experienced, and the arctic chill recurring every day on par with notions of bing holed up in an igloo.