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To: Gauguin who wrote (30864)	7/5/1999 10:46:00 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 71178

My second grade class had an old Indian come in and show us how to how they made cotton and weavings. We all got to rub the cotton fluff between those wooden paddle thingies to get the seeds out and take a little piece of fluff home. I kept mine for years in my secret breadbox in the attic. Another time we made butter and we all got to shake the jar. Then we got one Ritz cracker with a smidge of the butter on it. It was the best thing I have ever tasted. What a great teacher. She was very fat and an old maid. Once she took me home to her little apartment for lunch with her . I have no idea why. But I felt very special. Nowadays, she'd be sued, I suppose. She was also the teacher who caught me cheating- the one and only time I ever cheated- and I credit her for that. It was a spelling test and I saw that my best friend had spelled the word H-O-R-S-E, and I had written H-O-U-S-E. I changed mine. Unfortunately I had been right. Miss Newmarker talked to me after school. SHe said I was very smart and should never trust anyone else's judgments over my own. LIke Coby, this affected me a lot; I went forward believing myself to be much brighter than everyone else. To prove it, I memorized the word antidisestablishmentarianism and would spell it on request. This wonderful self-image lasted until I took algebra.