I was a nightmare child; I only came here for a couple grades. Trust me, they were not sorry to see me go. Way back here, before we were not allowed to say some children, are not intellectually gifted, they put me with the 'gifted' students. I rebelled, I am ashamed to tell you. I demanded to be put back with the delinquents. They always integrated the parents into their children's lives in a very clever ways: parent / teacher conferences, activities with the parents, etc. The teachings of the Bible were wisely interwoven with academic studies. They used to have an on-site little store where you could buy lunch. Remember, Nixon was president when I came here.
I was best friends with Mike Zimmerman, the son of the principal of their high school. This used to sit above the grade school, further up on Market Street. It has long since moved; truly, I do not even know if it is still extant. I was a scourge to them; my friendship with Mike did not save me from many visits to the principal's office. I do not think they spanked me; at Crossroads, even in high school, I must have been spanked six or more times. Now, of course, you cannot sneeze upon the little dears. Who cares if they grow up to be Hannibal Lecter? Just so we do not hurt anyone's feelings, this is what is important to matriarchal castrators. If you survey, the desolate ruins, of the once beautiful 'City Of Roses,' perhaps, you will share my rejection of their suicidally quixotic 'progressivism.' (decadence)
Mrs. Cunningham, an Australian, I have no doubt I sent to an early grave. You should have seen her face when I used words, in English, that have a very different meaning in Australian argot. They helped me become an honor student at PSU. Also, to the shock of people, in Heaven, I actually became an ascetic, devout Christian philosopher. They are probably still telling Mrs. Cunningham; she will surely refuse to believe such an absurdity: "What, that little, obnoxious brat?" I commend them to you; it is the least I can do for them. In truth, they earned it. I am sure they threw a large gala when mom took me to another school. Dominus Vobiscum, Portland Christian. Yes, I Am Living Proof That Christ Can Redeem Anyone.
Q.E.D.
"Gentle The Peace He Finds, For My Beseeching. Constant He Is And Kind, Love Without End."
From Where Can I Turn For Peace?
Quis Ut Deus?
Fidelis Ad Mortem
Aut Cum Scuto Aut In Scuto
Vincit Qui Patitur