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From: Valiska Gregory <readermail>
Date: Fri, 06 Aug 2004 08:22:11 -0500
Best read-aloud memory: When I was in eighth grade in a Chicago suburb, sitting in the desk in front of me was the daunting Calvin who carried a switchblade in his pocket and had just returned to class from a year in reform school. I'd never met anyone so battered and careworn.
If the class kept its promise not to be rowdy that day, the intrepid Mrs. Peters, the English teacher, read Kipling's Mowgli stories to us at the end of the hour. I was never sure just exactly what it was in those stories that appealed to Calvin, but he'd slouch down as if he were asleep, listening, and neither of us ever missed a single word.
Valiska http://www.valiskagregory.com
Received on Fri 06 Aug 2004 08:22:11 AM CDT
Date: Fri, 06 Aug 2004 08:22:11 -0500
Best read-aloud memory: When I was in eighth grade in a Chicago suburb, sitting in the desk in front of me was the daunting Calvin who carried a switchblade in his pocket and had just returned to class from a year in reform school. I'd never met anyone so battered and careworn.
If the class kept its promise not to be rowdy that day, the intrepid Mrs. Peters, the English teacher, read Kipling's Mowgli stories to us at the end of the hour. I was never sure just exactly what it was in those stories that appealed to Calvin, but he'd slouch down as if he were asleep, listening, and neither of us ever missed a single word.
Valiska http://www.valiskagregory.com
Received on Fri 06 Aug 2004 08:22:11 AM CDT
