In the 7th and 8th grades, we were obliged to take “auditorium”–a class designed to give students an opportunity to stand facing a crowd of listeners–the most dreaded situation in all of life, according to many. I remember playing my accordion once. Other than that, it is only poetry readings I remember–“I think that I shall never see…; Oh Captain, my captain…; “I never saw a purple cow…”; “twas brillig in the slithy toves…” But from all those overworked regulars, I remember standing to …

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