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I was the First Grade. All by myself. There were thirty-two students in the entire school, grades 1-12. Mrs. Nadine Martin wore a rhinestone pin and matching earrings every day. She was the definition of beauty to me although she stood a little over 4 feet tall, had a lazy eye, and was shaped like a barrel.



One day, Mrs. Martin asked me to work with Missy, a student who was having trouble understanding syllables. Missy thought "cowboy" had four syllables. The funny part was that the… Continue