The only thing harder than being a 7th grader is teaching them.

        My mind goes back to the early 1970s, to Watervliet’s old Junior High School, otherwise known as the Zoo. My mom went to high school there and kissed her first boy friend– in the gym–all glitzed up for prom night. Then my Uncle Norman got hung out of a window by his classmates as a prank, … Continue reading The only thing harder than being a 7th grader is teaching them.