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high school
Part 2 in the continuing saga:
I’m still not certain why I signed up for a semester of physics. The interesting sound of the word may have been enough. It sounded collegiate, pretentious, self-important--so me. Maybe it was because only seniors could take physics, or it could be I fostered the ambition of solidifying my standing as a smart girl. Regardless of the reason, on the first day of school, first period, I reported to Mr. Krause’s physics class.
The bell rang, and the formidable Mr. Krause strode in. He was a great bear of a man with a wide, Teutonic face, and a shock of unruly white hair. His eyeglasses looked like the bottoms of coke bottles mounted on wire rims. They magnified his eyes into great blue blobs. There never had been, never would be, any discipline problem in Mr. Krause's classroom.
I’m still not certain why I signed up for a semester of physics. The interesting sound of the word may have been enough. It sounded collegiate, pretentious, self-important--so me. Maybe it was because only seniors could take physics, or it could be I fostered the ambition of solidifying my standing as a smart girl. Regardless of the reason, on the first day of school, first period, I reported to Mr. Krause’s physics class.
The bell rang, and the formidable Mr. Krause strode in. He was a great bear of a man with a wide, Teutonic face, and a shock of unruly white hair. His eyeglasses looked like the bottoms of coke bottles mounted on wire rims. They magnified his eyes into great blue blobs. There never had been, never would be, any discipline problem in Mr. Krause's classroom.
