Last Days of Childhood
Last Days of Childhood
By Martin Franks

During the
graduation ceremony, if you could call it that, we sat real quiet
in the un-air-conditioned gym, while the principal, Mr. Larkin, read our names. You could
tell which kids he hated because he would
choke-spit their names as he said them and his left shoulder would raise up.
Listening to him, it was obvious he hated just about every kid in the class. There was a
rumor that we were the worst class in the history of John Edward Symolyn Grade School. That was really something,
considering the school was founded in 1937. After they read all the names, we all got up and tried to sing a
song that no one knew the words to. For two months before graduation they tried
to drill the words into us. Then, a week before graduation, they just gave up. You’d think one
of the teachers would have been smart enough to cancel the singing, but they
didn’t. Looking back I think they let us sing that song thinking it would
embarrass us. Joke's on them. We didn’t care.
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