Teen Angst Retrospective: The Ballad of Mr. Gaines

(Written from my desk in math class in 1988 — Madera High, Madera, CA)

He stares at us with his penetrating gaze. No matter how hard we try not to, we laugh if off.

So what if he disapproves of our attitude? Do you think we care?

Of course not.

He wonders where the good old days went, but he doesn’t understand those times are here. He just got old.

*** Goodness, wonder what ever happened to him. And now, look who’s old. I’m probably near or past the age he was when I wrote this.


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