Dear Mr. Garrison,
At first it was sort of a prank, no more teachers, no more books, yuk yuk yuk. But after a while we started feeling kinda proud of what we were doing. Sort of like: "We don't need grown ups we can do it ourselves!"
What I can't get my parents to understand is how totally normal the day was. We worked, talked, voted on decisions. True, some kids were talking out more, and making wisecracks, but most of the time we felt pretty close. And there were a couple of times I felt like we (we class) were a team- a real family.
You student,
Lola
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