My fifth grade teacher was Sister Rose Agnes. She was like a 1000 years old then. A few years ago when my aunt died my brother and I were at the funeral home and we heard my mom say ... boys Sister Rose is here and wants to see you. My brother and I stood there with a look of horror known only to soldiers in battle or women in child birth completely in shock.I saw my brother swallow his chewing gum. After she left my mom said, ya know boys -she never forgot you, she never like either of you but she never forgot you ...


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