That very unfortunate event, for me, was, I guess, the most memorable thing I did while attending my third Junior High School in less than two years. At least it was for the people who compiled the "Remember When" moments for our ninth grade class.
It was also, unfortunately for me, my introduction to the students and teachers at Lee Burneson Junior High School. And, to top it all off, it was in a
combined classroom where more than half the eighth grade was gathered.
What a way to make a splash, literally and figuratively, at my brand new junior high. Not more than a week and a half into my new school with barely two weeks left of eight grade, I ralphed long and hard.
I remember sitting there, late in the afternoon, feeling my stomach turn and gurgle. It was a hot, sticky day in a school building built back in the heady days of the 1920’s. No mamby pamby air-conditioning like over at that sleek, modern and very sterile Parkside I was so glad to leave behind.
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