In the 1989-1990 school year, I was in 8th grade. There are many memorable things that happened that year, and many many more preferentially not worth remembering. Which is as it should be, as it was 8th grade. I'm sure you'd all agree based on your own experiences ( Read more... )

So, in keeping with my last 2 posts, I'm still thinking about my 8th grade Spanish class. As I mentioned, my teacher left us on Maternity leave for a month or 2. As a parent now, I find myself curious about how much time she took off, but at the time, all it meant to me was how long I'd have a substitute teacher ( Read more... )

My childhood best friend (or one of them, rather) was Vietnamese. Well, he was born in Philly, but his parents were Vietnamese immigrants. And, in 8th grade, when it came time to start a foreign language, I chose Spanish, as pretty much all red blooded American males do by default when given the choice between Spanish, French, or well, Latin (I ( Read more... )

When I was in 8th grade, I was taking Spanish in school. My Spanish teacher, Señora Saillard was heavily pregnant, and wound up going on maternity leave for most of the Spring. She had her baby, her first, and a girl, 2 days after St. Patrick's Day. March 19th, 1990. I remember all these details for a variety of reasons and related anecdotes, ( Read more... )

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