February 26, 2026
Spring of '93. Graduation was close enough to taste. The warm and inviting sun poured through the car windows as my buddies and I returned from lunch, the pulse of Metallica blaring from the stereo. It felt nothing short of a sin to return to the grim classroom's confinements after enduring yet another relentless Iowa winter. My next class was American Lit. Sam had the same class earlier that day and told me there was a sub — a rare stroke of luck this close to summer. He also had insider…
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