I spent the 4th through 6th grades with Mrs Schmidt at the Sacramento Waldorf school, which probably saved me from a life of delinquency. She was German, and maybe that had nothing to do with it, but she was both very kind and very strict. I was kind of a mess in the fourth grade. I couldn’t pay attention and read under the desk constantly. I never turned in homework and my handwriting was almost illegible. My parents had just got divorced and my dad was back in Eugene, Oregon. I missed him and everything else. Mrs. Schmidt was somehow able to keep me on a tight leash. Dear Mrs. Schmidt, you probably didn’t guess that when you let me into your classroom with the rounded wooden door handles that you’d be breaking up a fight between two girls in organic sweaters and me with the copper rod from eurythmics class. But I’m all good now, I promise. If I am, it’s probably due to you. Here’s one of those times I tried your patience.
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