Mr. Junior-Year

Without further discussion, Mr. Junior-Year was shown the door and asked to leave. He gave me one glance as I turned in my last paper and then disappeared to be ever in my memory but never again in my plan book. Admittedly, I was not sorry to see him go and drank hot tea as I began to reflect on what I had learned and how glad I was he was gone.

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