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The Day I Quit the School Bus – and the Bullies

Remember junior high school? Ditto jeans, big combs in our back pockets to comb our Farrah hair, disco music on 8-track tapes? Today we call junior high “middle school,” but no matter the words we use, this particular stage of American life remains a giant petri dish for Lord of the Flies. Does anyone come through …

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