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I did an internet search on my fourth grade teacher. This is nothing new. I've done this many a time. But what was new, was a result!

I wrote her a ridiculously long email.

But you must understand, fourth grade was the glory year! That one good year of schooling I had.

And also, this teacher was on my case about reading more... and we all know how that turned out.*

*Does the 1998 Most Well Read Youth trophy ring a bell?

But seriously, I owe at least some sort of percentage of my writing aspirations to her. Along with Jeremy, Stephen King, and Chuck Palahniuk.

But she was first, so fuck those other three. Being first is like winning.

It's seven in the morning folks. This post should not even exist. This post should simply be a rising line of Z's, ever increasing in size... as I'm under the covers, dreaming about not spending tomorrow playing Zelda all day like I did today.