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May 3, 2003
On that Tuesday, Mr. Calloway asked me to take down the bulletin boards in the back of the classroom, cautioning me to leave up the borders and background. I nodded in mute understanding. When he discovered I didn’t actually know what a border was and had haphazardly removed pieces that would necessitate another half-hour of work to undo, he grabbed the staple remover and told me that was all the help he needed for the day. I grabbed my backpack and left, hearing Mr. Calloway mutter under his breath “Of all the children to volunteer, I get the stupid one.”