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might I add didn’t- help. The first day of school still had arrived all the same. It arrived without much fan - fare, and our summer was over just like that, evaporated into mirror memories. I was not the only one feeling gloomy about the final demise of our summer - all the adventures that would be missed out on. Abram was not too eager either, about having to face the prospect of being in a completely new school, and start a new year.  But since neither of us had any other friends to speak of at the school, it was comforting knowing we would be going through all the pain together. It was a mile walk in either direction back and forth to our school. That was not so bad, except in the thralls of the harsh winters we experience around here. We can get some pretty - cold winters.
     
                  The only actual part of the school day I generally tended to enjoy was lunchtime - and recess - and the best of all was of course, the end of the school day. Best of all though was end of school on Friday. I absolutely detested school, school was hard for me. I really worked hard for every grade I received all the way through - the polar opposite for my sister. I achieved good grades; but I think I worked so hard, because I was one that liked to please.
     
                  Abram and I took our lunch together - we would more often than not sit together to eat, but it wasn’t long before of the wintry cold weather had arrived with its vengeance. We would sit under a very old oak tree situated in the middle of the schools playground - I loved that old tree. When the leaves had departed from all the many branches, I was sad – watching it drop its finery around its feet and go to sleep. By then it was too cold, and as a consequence we were then forced to take our lunch inside the classroom. Then I sat at the window, and looked out at the tree. And that meant we were not given that break in the middle of the day, away from the teacher I so enjoyed. She just gave us evil looks, as she would eat. And even at lunch we were expected to behave ourselves, and sit as quite as can be…
     
                  To mine, and everybody else’s alarm, and horror, there was a new fourth grade teacher without word of warning.  The teacher, I had thought, and was somewhat excited about becoming my new teacher was much nicer. I was under the assumption I was going to have - the very teacher my older sister had the fortune of having ; my sister told me grand stories about her . U nfortunately, for me, and the rest of my classmates , she was having a baby, and during the course of the summer break, she had decided to not come back to teaching this entire year, too late for me of course. I really hoped this teacher was going to be even better. That was a laugh! She was mean!
     
                  My new schoolteachers name was Mrs. Kaczmarek. After getting an opportunity to know her, she made the hair on the back of my neck stick straight up, just hearing her nasal rasp in her voice. I knew the very instant I saw her, that she was not going to be a pleasant sort of person. She was an older woman - her face was rutted with the effects of age, and I would guess unhappiness. There were deep creases and wrinkles, with particularly heavy dark wrinkling around her eyes Dark splashed shadowy bags deposited under each of her eyes, making her face look sunken and miserable. To me at the time she looked so old, however she probably was not more than forty years old. She had to wear spectacles in order to see clearly. Blind as a bat without them. Her eyes were hazelnut in co lor, and from what I could tell she was cold in nature. Oddly enough, she never cracked any sort of a smile, or of much as expression whatsoever, other than of course, the anger that reared its ugly head. She in no way wanted reveal to us anything personal about herself -to any of us-and she certainly cared nothing of any of her student’s lives.