Mr. Camito was my 4th grade teacher.
I remember him especially well for two reasons.
One – I didn’t have many men teachers growing up.
Two – He and my mother had a lengthy exchange based on a comment on my after my report card about me talking too much in class. The exchange ended with the suggestion of duct tape for my mouth. While it was a little funny, I felt badly for not being the perfect little student.
Six years ago, I heard World …
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