Well, okay, here's my tale of school gone horribly, horribly awry.
It was the last year of elementary school. Fifth grade, whoo!
Then, that summer, the middle school I was supposed to go next year burned down. Completely. It was a large brick building, y'see. So, that summer, a bunch of volunteers (myself and my parents included) ended up setting up a bunch of portables so that we could actually have classes that fall.
When my parents told me we were going to do that, I was a little bummed at first (let the school stay burnt down!), but then the prospect of power tools buzzed through my 12-year-old brain and I was okay with it from there.
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