When my eighth grade school year started in 1962 I didn't expect much. I was tired of childhood and was waiting for the good life of high school to start. I expected to sleepwalk through the year. But I was wrong. It was a fun and dangerous year. We started the school year in the regular fashion, but for me, everything changed the day Sister Norbert fainted.
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