Robert Moore May Have Had less
This has stayed with me for decades, and I wasn't sure why until now. Robert Moore was a soft, chubby, bespectacled kid in my third-grade class, who started to cry one day. He was a fat kid by 1960's standards, which wasn't very. Our teacher, Miss Kozak, was an awful person. Matronly, you would think she had it together as a teacher, given her age and experience, but you would be wrong. She ate yogurt all day in class while us kids weren't even allowed to chew gum. Worse, she'd blow her nose and stuff her snot rags up her sleeve for later use. She was a Nazi. Decades later on my town's Facebook sites, dozens of former students would agree with me. So, it wasn't just me. She asked Robert why he was crying. Sobbing, he reluctantly confessed that that morning there hadn't been any milk for his cereal that morning. THAT was it?! I think most of the class thought the same thing. What a loser! Frau Kozak went in for the kill because that's what Nazi bit...