Recently a friend from Plantersville forwarded an internet letter a student wrote concerning retarded grandparents who spend the day at a wreck center.
I wrote on the blog in September of 2008 about my office burning in 1997. Among the treasures lost were a collection of themes my students had written over the years that contained priceless words or phrases. I actually had a student write that his grandfather was retarded from the railroad, and another described her mother's problems with very close veins, but my favor was the one about kids and groan ups. I think this student was on to something; a groan up is someone over 65 as I groan now ever time I get up.
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