For displaced, misplaced, and nostalgic ex-Brooklynites
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Posted by Nate Goldman
on Friday, February 7th 2025:
Friday, June 29, 1956, was the last day of the 7th grade classes at P.S. 217. As warm as the weather was outside, we were told that we "would have to stay until the bitter end", which meant 3PM, and not one minute before. When that bell rang, we all charged down the stairs from the fourth floor to the exit doors on Westminster Road. As the saying went "free at last". I can't tell you the feeling of exhilaration, which we all felt. I later heard that in another class which also raced down those stairs, several students inadvertently bumped into a teacher at the bottom. They should have stopped and apologized. Instead, they kept running, much to that teacher's consternation. She yelled after them "I'll remember you". Sure enough, when classes resumed some ten weeks later, she actually went looking for them. She located one of them, and grabbed him, and chewed him out, but good. In the end, she got her revenge.
Reference ID: BK97238
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