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=== User: BINGO! ===
BINGO! I'd like to know how you came to that conclusion. but first "and now, the rest of the story." (said in the fashion of Paul Harvey) Miss. Marks was my first grade teacher, a lady in her late mid to late 50s at the time. See seem me walk up and toss this colored paper into the trash, rushed up behind me and spun me around, and while shaking me by my little shoulders yelled in my face, "Why did You Do that?!?!?!" And I didn't give her a chance to do anything else as I immediately left that scene and ran the  three small town blocks all the way home. The school called soon after my departure and my mom checked on me first (I was fine, just glad to not be at school or in that situation any longer. and I had worse abuse at home from my dad and the teasing from other kids. so it was no big deal to me, just didn't need it, didn't want it, wasn't having any of it). Mom left with a shrug and a slight gleam in her eye I still remember to this day. She always had this certain smile she gave me, when I was giving back trouble I was experiencing, ya know? She was my biggest fan and my greatest hero. a short while later she came back home, gave me my little pint of milk that was left behind at school that we kids got to have at the end of the day. and sat me down to tell me what they said had happened and then asked me what my side of the story was (My mom had untreated and undiagnosed depression, and a very smart and artistic mind, but abuse and poverty held her back in her life as well). I told her basically the same as I told you. She said she completely understood and that Miss. Marks was very very sorry. She was just so surprised and taken aback by my dismissal of.... the nature and order of things (institutionalised conformity. Rockefeller wanted people smart enough to run the tools, but to dumb to know they were tools too).