Fourth Grade, the old Zach White School, Upper Valley, El Paso, Texas.
Bored and not happy, this tall and thin eight year old, turning nine, did not know what to do or how to do.
The school work was easy. It seldom grabbed my attention. P.E. or any period of recreation terrified. I did not fit. At least in class the terror subsided and I could lose myself in some book, all the while listening to the teacher, a very intense dark-haired man, Mr. Jacobs, who was thin as a Texas dawn.
