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I have a little sign on the wall near my desk that reads "Remember Freddy." Occasionally someone asks, "Who is Freddy?"
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Mrs. Wasson was in the classroom at 7:30 AM when I arrived. "You are the substitute I presume," she exclaimed. This tall and self-possessed teacher greeted me cheerfully. She was young and pleasant, and her smile seemed genuine... not like the kind normally reserved for bums, substitute teachers and other low-life buy fashion handbags.
After discussing the assignments, I asked about problem students... disciplinary cases in particular. She mentioned a couple of kids who tended to be a little rowdy. Mrs. Wasson paused thoughtfully, placed a thin finger on her cheek in the pose of the competent professional, and said, "...and then there is Freddy."
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"No, it's not that", she said pensively. "Freddy hasn't a malicious bone in his body. It's just that..." she paused, searching for the right expression. "Well, Freddy, you see, is determined to have a good time no matter where he is. You'll just have to be firm." The beginnings of a grin lifted the corner of her petite mouth. "You'll see what I mean. fashion handbags"
She turned briskly and headed to the door, with a wave of the hand over shoulder, and a friendly "good luck".