tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35136026.post8459946736358568085..comments2023-10-24T05:05:24.143-07:00Comments on BULLET HOLES IN THE MAILBOX: MY LAST DAY AT SCHOOL, 1975Bulletholeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331404499950190378noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35136026.post-34329783823842682712011-03-10T20:56:42.413-08:002011-03-10T20:56:42.413-08:00That's hilarious, Mr. BH.
I dream about stan...That's hilarious, Mr. BH. <br />I dream about standing in front of my locker, not knowing the combination, about how much trouble it's going to be to get my stuff....I finished school a year early, so I didn't go to graduation. Even though it's 35 years ago, I still dream that "they" have figured out that I never really graduated and "they" are going to take away my job and my degree...Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10327252538392499508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35136026.post-21221918390853865002010-06-16T11:57:58.850-07:002010-06-16T11:57:58.850-07:00I wish I had a dollar for every class i went to th...I wish I had a dollar for every class i went to that i had to borrow a pencil and a piece of paper from the girl beside me so I could do whatever it was that they sprang on me that day.bulletholeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13681107556161747976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35136026.post-42115063171820436522010-06-14T09:24:11.792-07:002010-06-14T09:24:11.792-07:00This is one of my favorite stories. Thanks pal, UF...This is one of my favorite stories. Thanks pal, UF MikeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com