All In All It’s Just Another Brick In The Wall

When I was 14 and in ninth grade, my form and I had a teacher we loved. In my memory she was communist, but maybe I’m wrong about that and just inferred it. Certainly unlike all the other communist party members, she never tried to make us sign up for Our. Very. Own. Communist. Party. Card! (Be the first kid on your block NOT to own one.) Maybe she was just some shade of pink short of full red, which meant she was average for that time and place, particularly for teachers.

Where she stood out...