The scissors didn't cut.
The paste didn't stick but smelled like shit.
On Nor was a bitch.
The teacher played the piano and we sang about a black bird going through someones window (that's racist).
The biggest blocks EVER.
The smell of crayons.
The teacher's were short (well Ms. Goodman and Ms. Unterberger sure were).
The caps for our promotion ceremony were made out of construction paper - and my mother the hairstylist decided to put my hair in a beehive - good looking out mom.
Mr. Thau liked jackets with plaid and had a 2 finger fetish but the best comb over I ever saw.
The world was a scary place.....I guess some things don't change.
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