Not at the Scholastic Book Fair, that feeding-trough for babies and amateurs. Oh, teacher, teacher, may I? Let those who jealously husband their gel pens, who crack open a Christmas-fresh notebook for each subject, who volunteer for coat-closet duty spend their generous allowances selecting from those gleaming rows of preapproved test flights for the self-regulating imagination. Whatever will the Bailey School Kids get up to this time? Everyone knows
Oh, this takes me back! Even my bohemian mother would not let me read Flowers in the Attic when I discovered it in 7th grade, though she had no problem with The Valley of Horses or Shibumi. Consistency was not her watchword.
A good thing I don't have too much to do this afternoon, since I've had to call in murdered after reading that first paragraph.
What is the combination of having been seen and dragged? That is me, I think. ❤️❤️❤️
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Oh, this takes me back! Even my bohemian mother would not let me read Flowers in the Attic when I discovered it in 7th grade, though she had no problem with The Valley of Horses or Shibumi. Consistency was not her watchword.