He Was a Long Term Substitute
When I was in junior high (the year indicates I was in my ninth grade year) I had an English instructor who seemed kind of strict and thought he might be a hard grader. I really don’t know much about him except for he had pronounced my last name correctly and since that rarely happened I thought we must related. I don’t know for how long he was my instructor. I think at least one semester. But we had a substitute finish out the year. He was a very easy grade. For the most part we didn’t even receive instruction (as I recall) but were subject to every Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton movie. I kid you not. I’m surprised to learn that apparently we had been given an assignment. But there it is – his comments following the four A pluses. I must have referred to this paper at least four times within the letters I had sent to my mom while attending Ricks College. I knew that if I ever came across it that...