Sister Eventia

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Sister Eventia was my third grade teacher at Saint Johns elementary school. 

She would crack you on the head with a heavy wooden ruler if you misbehaved. 

My mother gave me a note to get out of class earlier than normal, 1:00pm sharp.  At 2:00pm I realized the note was still in my pocket–I had forgotten.  I stood up from my desk.

Sister said, “Where do you think you are going?”

I yelled, “New York!” and ran out the back door.

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