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Column: The right first class teacher
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When I arrived to begin 1st Grade, I had already formed an independent nature that was far older than my actual years.The morning of my first ever school day -- there had been no preschool or kindergarten -- I happily pulled on a store-bought dress. This was a treat because Mama made most of my clothes, and often they were sewed from scraps of fabrics she had left from other projects. In my new dress, I paraded into the kitchen where Mama asked what I wanted for breakfast.