July 29, 2011
For several years, my summer began by going with mom to her school for the last day or two and running around with her students. Such a thing wouldn’t be allowed now, but back then, in a school that was designed as “open concept” (anyone here remember “pod” classrooms?) no one seemed to care. I made copies on the mimeograph machine (ancient technology), helped box up the paperback books and checked off names when the class books were turned in. I loved watching a movie in the big media space, kids sprawled everywhere, in chairs or on the carpeted floor.