| I remember that the first week at Kodai I spent in the Dishpan with the flu, being nursed by Miss Putz and reading issue after issue of The Grapevine and going through box after box of Kleenex. Once on my feet though, there were skating parties, and soccer, and basketball, and movies (Seven Brides for Seven Brothers how many times?) and Sunday night walks, and vespers and chapel, and hiking, and dating, and oh, yes, classes... with Miss Unruh, Mr. Mussel, Mr. Phelps. Oatmeal for breakfast, and curry every other day, and jackals howling, and Kodai roses, and Eucalyptus trees. I had multiple crushes, and blush to recall how moody and fickle I was. I was thirteen, definitely. |
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