Aaron Johnson

It was 4th grade and parents’ day was approaching. Parents’ day was the one day of the year that parents come to the school, meet the teacher, and admire the small work of art or craft their child has created. It is also the dreaded day when both my parents would meet each of my teachers face to face.

L.F. Corley Elementary school was brand new. My class was the first 4th grade class to attend this modern new building. The building itself was an experiment in design. It failed. We were seated in “pods” facing the teacher with retractable walls between pie shaped rooms. The rear of the room had no wall and was wide open to the other three rooms with a large common area acting as some form of a hub. It was awful. But I was the guinea pig and had no voice in the design.

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