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  • Cursive

    My fourth grade teacher told us that after Halloween of that year that moving forward, everything we would write for school would only be in cursive. That we would never write anything in print – ever again. For the rest of our lives.

    About all that actually amounted to was that I had to write spelling tests in cursive through middle school.

    That was it.

    submitted by micah

  • A Fact

    My dad was an asshole. This is a fact. One day, 10 years ago, he vanished. This was right after we had discovered that he had, been living a secret life. He had been lying about a lot of things - from the mundane to the outlandish. Instead of dealing with confrontation, he just vanished. No one could find him; no one heard from him for a long time. Finally, years later, a friend sent me a scan of an obituary page. My dad died without ever trying to reach out to us to possibly right his wrong. Nothing was resolved.

    submitted by "iamnotme"