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The August list
Aug. 7th, 2003 11:50 am( Age 3 through 8 )
Age 9: Fifth grade. The teacher was Mr. Comito ("Mr. Come-eat-my-toes" -- his wife was "Mrs. Come-eat-my-pantyhose", and she taught third grade, I think), and he looked a lot like Mr. Kotter. I remember a boy punched me in the chest one day, and the whole class got a classic '70s-feminist-guy lecture about how a girl could develop breast cancer if she had too much trauma to her chest and women are too valuable to treat that way. Life was weird in 1975.
Age 9: Fifth grade. The teacher was Mr. Comito ("Mr. Come-eat-my-toes" -- his wife was "Mrs. Come-eat-my-pantyhose", and she taught third grade, I think), and he looked a lot like Mr. Kotter. I remember a boy punched me in the chest one day, and the whole class got a classic '70s-feminist-guy lecture about how a girl could develop breast cancer if she had too much trauma to her chest and women are too valuable to treat that way. Life was weird in 1975.