Let's take a walk.
I went to Bruner Elementary School. Located in North Las Vegas, around the corner from Cheyenne High School, if you know where that is. Going to school was always fun and recess was never long enough. We would play Red-Rover until we got busted by a teacher because some dumb kid always got hurt. I played double dutch, which automatically made me cool. I was a Peer Mediator... and then one day I had to be "mediated." The girl deserved it, I swear.
In fourth grade, my teacher was Mrs. Bromley-Norwood. When I was in her class, it was her first year teaching in Las Vegas. She was fresh out of New York, and she never let us forget it. She tried to tell us that we said "Nevada" wrong... She pronounced it like (Ne-vod-a)... She was wrong. That was the year the Twin Towers went down. I will never forget that day. No recess. And we watched the news all day. I don't remember Mrs. Bromley Norwood speaking a single word. She drove straight to New York the next day. We had substitutes for two weeks and every single one of them was mean.
Back in the day, to be a big fifth grader was to be school royalty. People just did things for you. You were respected. Especially if you were in Mrs. Herold's class. She was my teacher. And she was the absolute best. I don't know where she is, these days. I wish I did, so she could see the woman I have become. I learned so much from her.