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|So sad to say that the "Dick and Jane" books have nothing but unhappy memories for me of the four-room school house I attended with two grades to a room and the antique-style two seat desks we had. That all could have been all right, but I had a classic battle axe of a teacher who terrified me and was given to splintering a paddle on the butts of boys she disliked. Every long hour of every school day I sat in dread that she would choose me for that "honor."
It is a miracle I came to love reading so much. It is a case of loving to read in spite of, not because of, my reading teacher. She did sucessfully inspire a life-long dislike for math, though.