Child Psychology Works on Me
From the first time that I heard that drugs were dangerous, I wanted them. I had a teacher, a Dominican nun at the parochial school I attended, kindergarten to eighth grade.
She told us about having taught night school in NYC. She had students, who would sit in the back row and not remove their sunglasses. I was so impressed, I knew that was cool.
I wondered, “what do they do”? I romanticized these people’s lives. They’re in NYC, wearing sunglasses, inside a building, at night. I knew their existences had to be exotic. Continue reading A Sprinkle of Psychology
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