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My desk stood against this wall. Now there’s no roof above it. How could I not have known about the fire? This is the school I attended near the ends of both my mother’s life and my innocence. Here, I fell for a Filipina and my classmate’s death rocked the school. Even as all our righteousness was nothing but “filthy rags,” wickedness, in the menacing form of popular culture, knocked at the doors. Oh, but there was Popcorn Day!
I went there in 1977. I remember our desks, paces, gold stats, putting up the American flag to ask a question, reverend Pappas, and going up to score your paces. Reverend Pappas paddled me for allegedly cheating on scoring my pace. Great memories. I’m surprised reverend Pappas is still alive. God bless him. And of course our white shirt, tie, and blue pants we wore.