In Margaret Mace school, every grade had a skit to do on the last day of school. So I was graduating from the 1st grade and I wasn't too happy about it. It meant going into the 2nd grade that was taught by a very grouchy woman that everyone was afraid of.
Well I thought my luck was turning for the better when Dad said we were moving to a farm in Erma. I wouldn't have that teacher after all, little did I know that I was getting a worse teacher in Lower Township.
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