Fiction | December 01, 2009
The Way I Saw the World Then
Elise Juska
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The day Ms. Moreau would cry in front of her freshman honors English class was the stuff of Lawrence High School legend. It happened every year, could happen at any time. Some innocuous eighth period as the school buses sat chugging by the curb and the minute hand stuttered toward 2:39, Ms. Moreau would announce she was going to read her favorite poem, then read, cry and dismiss the class with a wave of her thick-ringed hand.
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