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After I started school in first grade, I stayed in school at Chapel Hill for half a year. My parents moved me to Lindale in the second half of first grade. My teacher in the fall was nice but my teacher in the spring was meaner than a junk yard dog. I think she was the one who my grandpa went to the superintendent about and the supe had told my daddy he'd never seen my grandpa so mad. Of course daddy just told me that in the last year. It's amazing the things you learn when your older, much older. I stayed another year in second and when third grade came around, we moved to Tyler. I had absolutely the most beautiful red headed teacher you've ever seen. She was so nice. She would take me out in the hall and have me walk with books on my head so I could walk like a lady. It was probably so I could be in her wedding as a flower girl. That was the year I decided to be a teacher. Her father was a county extension agent and she married into an upper crust real estate family in Tyler. I also read over 300 books that year. I loved to read. Then I went to a new elementary in fourth. That was the year from hell.. In fact, I never wanted to teach fourth because of my horrible year. Old lady Patrick was her name and she worked next door to my mother. Isn't it amazing that a teacher can mistreat you so badly that you are scarred for life and your mom can't do anything about it. You might say did she know? In the 60's, the teacher was right no matter what. She'd throw away my papers. make me cry, embarass me and a dozen other things that I've put out of mind so I wouldn't go entirely nuts. Personally, I think she was jealous of my mom and took it out on me. I think that's all I can say right now. It's too painful to keep talking about it.